Sunday, February 3, 2008

a Celebration, Recycling Celebration! in praise of 'Research sheds new light on asteroid disaster'

According to CNN small asteroids approach Earth every 300 years. According to CNN large asteroids approach Earth every 1,000 years. A Jesus Christ/Bruce Willis-level messiah only approaches Earth every 2,000 years or so. I am waiting out the last days recycling my old poems into new poems. They are taking the form of letters. Here are some for official state-sanctioned celebratory purposes.

1st Letter

Yes I have won prizes for spectacular glands! I have won microwave prizes! I am standing with ribbons at the grocery store. The marching band uniforms do little to hide their erections. My shark gland is taped to my neck and has a government ribbon. The cassette of the Redeemer is beautifully worn. It doesn't hide the backward gasps of dead angels like you say. I lead fitful exercises next to produce! They wheel out the baptismal tub with little difficulty. I hold my face for fear of sweating. Remembering the last time I fell in love with the dangerous ways my homeland bathed me.

3rd Letter

Delete my fiction, love. It never held. Delete my fiction we will never hold. It embarrasses your sister I am in love with. Her hands deleted in my dreams the eyes I had closed. Her eyes dreamt the hands I closed with hands. And hands of her arms burst splinters at regular intervals over the eyes she peeled like grapes. She gave the oranges up you wouldn't leave alone. To burst pulp on a splinter our arms were never naked. I needed a sister you never held my love. Delete, my fiction love it's easy. Like that.

7th Letter

I am afraid the Service will leave me. I have lost my bleach. 6 oz standard issue. It was in my pocket. I am afraid the way the bodies leak. I am afraid the way the bodies leak and my men pretend not to see the bodies leak. What is the word for mutiny if you're not on a boat. I don't mind the food or the fires. What scares me is looking at the legs of my bed and seeing wheels.

3 comments:

daniel spinks said...

hello triceratops friends i have not disappeared completely this is a resurfacing from the depths of my TV on DVD addiction i hope the application process has gone well i enjoy reading your triceratops things your published things good job i want to write a book of poetry dedicated to Jack Bauer maybe it will be a collaborative book if you have poems for Jack Bauer let's get this thing going poetry defeats terrorism with the power of its line breaks

Ian Davisson said...

ahhh.
Jack Bauer. That is a show right.

Yes applications have been terrible. I have heard from noone. When did Tony Hoagaland call you last year? Does he call you now?

I enjoyed your piece on bear parade daniel and I hope you are doing well.

Ryan Downey said...

hello daniel. thank you for feeding triceratops. tv on dvd is persistent. i hope someone accepts me and allison to go to grad school. who knows if they will. my poems could be connected to jak bauer maybe. probably not in overt ways. my poetry is terrorism maybe. the nsa just copy-pasted that senctence into their ryan downey scrapbook next to a picture of us holding hands at a rundown panama city beachfront. how is houston? do they beat you? if so, is it by 19th century methods or 20th century methods? small pale humans was good. ian is correct.