Saturday, August 1, 2020

Teevee Nooz


Teevee nooz beatna pony dead.

Delivered a video to the head.

The treehouse is out of order.

The senate stands aghast.

The penguin took a knee.

The president is an ass.



I swallowed the story hook

Line and fast breeder reactor.

From pillow to blogpost,

A ghost aghast,

From chill pill to kill pill;

People of the old bullion unmasked.



All the news that travels fast

On T-shirts, Twitter, Instagram

Tasked with upskilled Q&A:

What I mean by dis is: Wassa dat?

A lapless low cut pattern interrupt?

A laugh track for the Stanley Cup?



My scene and modes of mattering

And this mandate ugly inside turned out

Draw decidedly back to amoeba existence.

Now my good credit don’t mean shit.

I’m not comfortable using my left foot for shoves.

Now who the fuck is this?



Weatherman calling for crinkle cut fries,

Crape myrtle trees, platform shoes.

There you have it. but not your size.

Mazy plot, frame out of true,

Whole black beans, green chiles diced,

I am that I am, now back to you.



 
© 2020 Randy Stark

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Wednesday, July 29, 2020

Grandma's Handsome Boy

I wanted to just peace out at home with a couple of winged seraphim,
OJT for heaven,
Advancing to sainthood in a titubatory list,
Walking On Sunshine roses,
Lucky 8 yellow freestone peaches,
No next day grogginess.

An aluminum ladder being moved.
An iron gate clanging shut.
Kids laughing and shrieking.
Concerto for crickets, ceiling fans,
Bassoon and low strings.
Wind going through the morphology of leaves.

But then Mission control
Collapses like a marionette.
Automatic weaponry: phump phump phump.
From Thai to Peruvian to Italian.
The expectatious jackals move in.
Spark plugs play hummingbirds.

Grandma’s handsome boy,
Flaxen wig upon his head,
Tired after ten acres of mowing,
Carpe diem to refill the dog’s water bowl.
Retweeted lawn signs.
Texts, tercets, Ted talks.

Farewells and bye y’alls.
Better angels playing steam calliopes.
Phlebotomists capping vials.
Screen caps making land.
Bejeweled emergency vehicles.
The future going straight to voicemail.


© 2020 Randy Stark
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Saturday, July 25, 2020

Say Hello to Everybody for Me

GROOMED TO BE A BOMBARDIER

Wasn’t vibing it.
Thought OK look.
Ended up a butterfly.


FROM PREMIUM TO PRO

Go deep or don’t go.


DAWN

It takes like 24 hours to reset.


VENTRILOQUIST WORKING SOLO

Missed my connecting flight.


PASSIVE LAWN

Activists decry.


HONEY

You have to wait for grandma.


SURVEILLANCE

A super healthy salad.


DEEP KIMCHI

Officials warn.


ALL OF A SUDDEN HE DISAPPEARS

His girlfriend is like calling me.


COMMENTS ARE CLOSED

But trackbacks and pingbacks are open.


WHAT ARE THE ODDS OF TWO

Poets of poetry
Renown being
From Needles?


MORE CAKE

Trouble in the world,
Another forkful of cake.
More trouble, more cake.
Look at that! More cake!
Is there any more cake?


SCARY MUSIC

Strange that Rover didn’t come running out.
It’s not like him not to greet me.
He’s always happy to see me when I get home from work.


THE MOUNTAINS ARE TRAVELING

Plus somebody moved the lake.


SAY HELLO TO EVERYBODY FOR ME

I said Say hello to everybody for me.


© 2020 Randy Stark

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Wednesday, July 22, 2020

Review

I have not retired.
I landed here
Like the London Bridge landed in Lake Havasu City.

My marital status has not changed.
One minute I am a man of constant scowling
The next judging the Ultimate Sexy Booty Contest.

I have not had a significant change in wealth.
I am half-Croatian, half-Kokopelli,
Whole head of the Joint Task Force on Pranks and Activism.

No children or grandchildren have been born, yet
Like ancient artisans who constructed their own apparatuses
For big butt home workouts it sort of makes me wonder.


© 2020 Randy Stark
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Saturday, July 18, 2020

What I Will Miss


Farm cats drinking behind God’s back.
Brush rabbits zagging and zigging
A rooster screeches like bad brakes
The lawn sprinklers hissing
The sound of zippers, the sound of the towels.
People out and about like French fries.
Peacekeepers at a masked ball
While a cuteness coup d’etat ensues at the
Intellectual discount center where
Bats are back working the dusk, demand be damned.
And they’ve thought of everything.

I’ll miss the tiny circus performers riding tiny bikes
Across a rope stretched tight between two posts,
Except no bike, no rope.
Or the way concrete attracts motorized vehicles
To scratch its itches, using ingenuity and antics.
Mushrooms so ugly they’re cute.
A school of spoons drying on drainboard
Gorgeous pomegranates.
Stars and planets.
An abbreviated moon reflected in the windshield.
Banyan trees and buttressed roots.

That’s one hundred percent my story
But then like, you know, I mean
I think and I’m pretty sure
Most I’ll miss Ms. Tul√≥vat Thulin,
Her tocaya, and the twins
Laidlaw and Ludlow,
Madame Bonnie, Mrs. Strong,
And other year round garden performers,
Black, Asian, Latino, White, Fuchsia,
Just…gone
…gone…



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Wednesday, July 15, 2020

It's We Went Up There, Me and the Boys and Uncle Augie Week


It’s the Fiesta of Transcultural Syncretics.
It’s Breaking Silent Witness Palooza.
You guys switch off Kindles? I think that’s cute.
Welcome to the Kindle Switch Off Show.
People being field dressed can be seen at the annual
Smoking Guts on the Green Festival.
Just after the Zinc Awareness Expo.

Cast Iron Skillet Day is the first Monday of every other month.
Organizational Dementia Meet and Greet is Tuesday.
It’s a Tribute to Sovereigns, Sinners, and Saving Graces on Wednesday.
Nonspecific Sadness of Special Collections is every third Thursday.
The Courtship of Beeves is celebrated every fourth Friday.
Then it’s Wood Helicopter Appreciation Saturday.
And the George Washington’s Teeth Jamboree starts Sunday.


© 2020 Randy Stark
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Saturday, July 11, 2020

Feral Chihuahuas (Rated N for Nasty)


THE WORLD’S DEADLIEST ASSASSIN

Deeply troubled and ultra modern.
Brno based.


RESISTANCE PAUSE

Each to his own.


PROTEST

Enjoy!


A NEXT GENERATION INFLUENCER

Post super neo.


THOSE WITH THE CUTEST MASKS

Usually have the cutest pussies.


A LIVE DOCTOR

YouTube-ated me.


BLACK LIVES MATTER

Yes, they do.


UPCOMING RELEASES

Statement pieces.


MIDWAY THROUGH THE PLEDGE DRIVE

Feral Chihuahuas.


SITUATIONAL AWARENESS

The gentleman’s toilet time has expired.


VIRUS

Pronounced vee-rus.


WHITE PRIVILEGE

I prefer yellow, brown and red.
Sorry white and black: you lose.


EVERY ELECTION

I try to wrap my head
Around another bunch of fails.


NEGATIVE WHITE PRIVILEGE

Being targeted for not being of color.


YEAH I HEARD YOU THE FIRST TIME YOU SAID IT

It’s brilliant
I hope you win a local Emmy for it.


UNDERSERVED

Saturated with identity.


MILITANT

Resilient.


MY PERSONAL KIND OF THOUGHT PROCESS

Her pussy and this dick.


OUT AFTER CURFEW

It don’t get near dark enough near early enough.


TRUCK STOP CANDY

Session restoration.


DO THE SEMI-DECENT THING

Now that she’s passed away
Stop jacking off to her pictures.


I REMEMBER 30 YEARS AGO IN COLLEGE A GUY

He majored in masculinity with a white cis toxic emphasis.
Do not approach.


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Wednesday, July 8, 2020

Half of India



You’re talking to a girl who
Just discovered her husband is afraid of heights,
Truth is windborne, buggy,
And oligarchs are sabotaging the country.

She just discovered microwave radiation
Can cause you to sprout antlers.
She just discovered squirrels chirp.

She just discovered the hopelessness of legacy media
And that social media is worse,
But nobody’s whiter than mainstream media.
Nobody.

She just discovered the setting sun
Through the leafy trees
Casting a golden cross of Jesus onto the slider blinds,
That you can be everything less than perfect and still have a good time,
But then after sweetness and nuance comes
Memory care.

She just discovered
The tower crane operator is biology,
The climb to the cab is the biological record,
Strength in numbers often ends up one at a time,
Quail are unusually handsome though often overdressed,
And your legacy is an entire ecosystem.

One of her boss’s boss’s bosses is my brother’s friend.
And she just discovered free day was yesterday,
Blind people are downhill skiing,
People with lower limb prosthesis are running marathons.

She just discovered half of India is under twenty-five.
The other half is Indonesia.
And Italy IS a boot.

She just discovered cheddar cheese with Hatch chiles.
Vodka and cran.

She just discovered
The list of things that can never happen?
That list keeps getting shorter and shorter.





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Saturday, July 4, 2020

Flight Information















HEY GUAPA

I just dreamed you.
Did you get it?


YOU KNOW WHAT?

No no no, tell him.
Tell him.


GIVE ME A FEW MINUTES

I want to win your heart.


IF YOU GUYS ARE HUNGRY

There’s leftover ribs.


WHY ARE YOU SO HYPER?

She’s talking to a dog.
She’s asking it
Why are you so hyper?


I COULDN’T GET UP

Because I was laughing so hard.


EVERY TIME I COME IN HERE

You’re never here.


ME

Yours.
Truly.


FLIGHT INFORMATION

Hit Enter.


TWO MOONS?

Mars has two moons.
Are you on Mars?


OH HEY MELISSA

Yeah!


MY FAVORITE THINGS

John Coltrane, Sun-Ra, Julie Andrews.


THEY MET ON CHOLOS ONLY

The online dating app.


I PRETTY MUCH CRIED

All the way
From Cairo to Khartoum.


PLENTY

Is having too much of everything last night
And still having enough
To have too much of what’s left tonight as well.


JUST CLICK ON

Fingers crossed.




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Wednesday, July 1, 2020

Choice Bits: Dylan Thomas


https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dylan_Thomas
Dylan Thomas is one of my favorite writers. I remember a group of us “performing” Under Milk Wood one night in an apartment near the pier in Hermosa Beach. Ah memories. But anyway, here are some of my favorite lines from that "play for voices":

“Quiet…like a mouse with gloves…”

“I will lie by your side like the Sunday roast.”

“And before you let the sun in, mind it wipes its shoes.”

“Cherry Owen, next door, lifts a tankard to his lips but nothing flows out of it. He shakes the tankard. It turns into a fish. He drinks the fish.”

“Nearly asleep in the field of nannygoats who hum and gently butt the sun…”

“Night…starless and bible-black…invisible down to the sloeblack, slow, black, crowblack, fishingboat-bobbing sea. The houses are blind as moles…”

“Mrs. Pugh: Then it’s time to get up. Give me my glasses. No, not my reading glasses, I want to look out. I want to see…”

“Willy Nilly downs his last bucket of black brackish tea and rumbles out bandy to the clucking back where the hens twitch and grieve for their tea-soaked sops.”

“…while the drugged, bedraggled hens at the back door whimper and snivel for the lickerish bog-black tea.”



(Another in a series of language virtuosi.)




Saturday, June 27, 2020

Vertigo in a Cactus Garden












The one and only Al Banberg’s operetta Little Lulu
Livestreamed from the Center for Rare Combinations
In Alpha Centuri West.
It’s like vertigo in a cactus garden
Is the best way I can describe it.

Stone cholos turned nouveau riche
Against a backdrop of insurgents surging like false positives
Licensed in all fifty states
Of insanity, when state of the art
Becomes art of the state.

Against a backdrop of flight control teams
And their counterparts in counterintelligence
Tracking rocket grade ice cream trucks
In confirmed free drift
Through the identical twin sister cities.

Against a backdrop of artisanal data mining
And weewee pad manufacturing,
Think tanks and citadels,
Supernumeraries telling plenipotentiaries
Personal stories about giving back.

Against a backdrop of spikeball and berthing ports,
Bulky item pickups, burning fiery furnaces,
Short lists and free 30-day trials,
Peanut Farms and marathons
Global pawn shops and digital trading posts.

Against a backdrop of cabanas and verandahs
A pensive forest, cumbrous copse or stand,
Birds gathering in the gathering trees
Like gatherings in the lobbies and concourses
The nooks and alcoves of the convention hall.

Against a backdrop of theory freaks and black brant geese,
Funny boat racing on the Venice canals
Or that Grand Canyon train tour
Or a cabin by the lake
Or the starter wickiup near an evaporating wadi.

People meet at pickleball,
Fall in love,
Partner for eternity.
It has a very happy ending.
Aw baby don’t cry.








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Wednesday, June 24, 2020

Two poems: Big Game; Give Me Liberty




Big Agra
Big Pharma
Big Finance
Big Education
Big Data
Big Oil
Big Carbon
Big Food
Big Tech
Big Tobacco
Big Soda
Big Media
Big Chocolate
Big Banks
Big Paper
Big X overhead
Cancelling your ass OUT.




Liberty head.
Liberty cap.
Liberty seated.
Liberty standing.
Liberty walking.
Liberty driving.
Pretty red car.
Pretty blue plates.
Liberty dining.
Liberty at the club.
Liberty behind closed doors.


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Saturday, June 20, 2020

Clouds (a work in progress)


Sometimes they’re dense.

Sometimes they’re smart.

Some are pure anarchy.

Some morph into lattice.

Sometimes they’re the problem, sometimes the solution.

Sometimes they’re abstract and sometimes precise.

Sometimes they’re a Netflix series about a Netflix series.

Sometimes they have no online mojo at all.

Some are greater than eight but less than ten.

Others have swollen heads full of data.

One minute they’re cutting across the middle of South America,

The next they’re running up the west coast of Africa.

Sometimes they wander lonely as a poet.

Sometimes they quit with less than two-weeks notice.

Sometimes they’re crushing the mountains trying to extract juice.

Sometimes you have to be union to move them.

Sometimes they are flayed umbrellas.

Sometimes they are starting a family.

Sometimes a silver platter and chalice set.

Sometimes they’re tied in the pickup truck bed

Like a dirt bike, or a calf, or a washing machine.

Sometimes they’re trending.

Sometimes they pause.

Sometimes they stream.

Sometimes they’re thunderstruck.

Sometimes serene.

Sometimes they look down on us but mostly we look up.

Some appear to be texting and planning to hook up.

Some are fluffy, some are like roots,

Some are like laws on the books.

Some gather like herds, or demonstrate hive behavior.

Some were there at the ascension of our savior (sorry).

Some are batting, grandma hair, penumbrae,

Or auditioning for the part of Antarctica

In the annual World Atlas Show.

Some are preauthorized,

Some shop at Home Depot, some shop at Lowes,

Some are like nymphs, some just the clothes (sorry).

Sometimes they loll like odalisques.

Some clot like thrombosis.

Sometimes they play for the Kerrville Cottonmouths.

Some scatter like meiosis.

And sometimes they’re swollen, or abetting a swelter,

And that’s when it’s time for the wise to seek shelter.



© 2020 Randy Stark

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