Monday, October 14, 2013

Babble


Lauren’s told more than once
about the grossly overpriced dessert she had
that visually resembled a sewer pipe spilling muck.

The story flits to mind on a day like many others
as I walk up Sutter from where it begins
in stinking puddles in the gutters by Sees Candies.

With my walking rhythm, an air come to me from
 “that infernal nonsense Pinafore,” (a line from Penzance).
It curls into my lungs and hums me up the street.

In this becoming, I notice how all expressions
paisley out tendrillously. Le Petomane wowed

audiences in France by farting musically. Spike Milligan
referred to him and in turn inspired
the record by Elvis Costello.

I hum the song “Veronica,” in the elevator
while checking for an email from
the artist Veronica de Jesus.

I’m ten toes wriggling in a stream,
curls and eddies of earthborn creatures. We’re
prone to wild variation in our expressing—and we think

tropical birds dazzling in their dances.
All this manifestation lives, whirls...
Let’s pretend Google
is the Platonic ideal of Google

and all the marks reality expresses
are searchable, clickable to recall. There,
that’s what this is: fascination.
Human League.

3 comments:

  1. I'll never walk by a Sees Candies store in the same way again! As always, thanks again for the inspiring, honest writing, Daniel.

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  2. I'll never walk by a Sees Candies store in the same way again! As always, thanks again for the inspiring, honest writing, Daniel.

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  3. You've got some hilarious lines in this.
    "Le Petomane wowed / audiences in France by farting musically. Spike Milligan / referred to him and in turn inspired / the record by Elvis Costello."
    Wha---? I value surprise and humor in poetry. Thanks for keeping me entertained.

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