Jesse (yieldsigns) wrote in lostgeneration,
Jesse
yieldsigns
lostgeneration

poems submitted to an inferior school creative arts magazine

i'm arrogant enough so that i might do something drastic when i don't win the $200 first/ $100 second prize.




poems is like people

what strange mollusks
we are, all much so
seemed extraneous propulsion, yet
we bend our shells
in mechanics of need.

egyptian thought (all our old skulls)
like the wind on whet reeds

(when the brain leaves, skulls
sound foreign galaxies oceans
like some Other-seen Sunshine
we call only starsheen): archaic;

echoic.


astronomical horse

this poem is a ruse,
an encryption of all of
your love.


secondhand outback

nine yellow concrete posts
like totems to all that once loved
stuff.
above,
the clouds are wrinkles
in the sky


sweet old leather bag

i'm nine-
ty-two-
years-
old, she
said. such

breath she had to catch to say it.
i'm young: i listened. she'd been
recently mugged for fourteen dollars.


fission

it's a little diner
and it's almost empty:
only one piece of cheesecake in the revolving
dessert display.
so sad, that-

and this sad thought:
one day we'll just say good-bye
(or maybe not)
and then you'll just
go off.


soundless singing caged canary

she can be seen walking
back and forth like
a yardbird: by day, pick-up sticks from
a particularly bad storm; at night,
by the light of a fag.

like a specter she strolls,
haunting the droll grasslands and as
the busses near or the ambulances
pass,
she doesn't hear a thing (so
impossibly inside her head
that the sky is rent and that
stars are razed things which never were meant
to sing or fly).

yet,
sort of a freedom
sprinkles out
when her wings are spryly
flapping.


Thomas Sterns, the dope-worms and I

our ghost is a horse
a horse as if
we're still riding through the forest with
the Elbe in our hair

is like a liquid stride dissolved in spoons
coursing
from prideless little rooms
on toward the limbless wild and cold,
comatose-close on side-streets
as the haunting hits
a vein.

it's

the

old

old

man,
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