http://dummy.rentedroom.com Mon, 15 Feb 2010 22:58:06 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en Today I slept, woke up, slept. It's 75 degrees in the middle of damn February and I don't think I've ever had a President's Day off before, ever. What a country. http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2010/02/on-the-job/ Well I did. I'm moving to California. Or technically I've already moved. For those keeping tabs, I'm now in sunny Santa Clarita, where it's been raining cats and dogs ever since I got here. http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2010/01/go-west-young-man/ I've got a poem in your current issue. http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2009/12/dear-sir/ when you started / flying the heat from your goddamn / soul was so bad / the dog sat up and licked himself the air was incendiary the people jumped from the ship and the top of the bridge just to have a look at you when you started / flying i thought i would go deaf and hear no ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2009/12/the-religious-girl-the-mayflower/ marzipan network collar bitemark mother orthodontist mesmerized sleeps on her back and looks so strawberry with her lips open you lick her juicy fat tongue you say I am sad I am sorry I want almonds the tongue demands marzipan the mouth demands bitemark and you wish for milky syrup voluptuous marzipan-- what would you give to eat it? http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2009/11/fled-is-that-music%e2%80%94do-i-wake-or-sleep/ Congratulations You could be your own sadomasochistic daughter The one who likes ropes You won't be tied to the chair though Because the chair moves You like bars Tell me If you see any kind of return signified In the rosebush That's my own heart I feed it with my own I like bars too I'm getting drunk in one tomorrow Even though ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2009/11/the-blessed-damozel-leaned-out-from-the-gold-bar-of-heaven/ I keep thinking about the violin, the one we left inside the bow. How would it feel today, waking up inside this exhibition, this late transition, passed from hand to hand so much? There is a goblet that doesn't want to be smoothed over, there is a fetish like the afterlife, that isn't there when we want it. And what ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2009/11/of-modern-poetry/ The lyrics to Bohemian Rhapsody. Mama, ooooohhoooooh... The wise IT administrators here have blocked all the "good" websites so I guess I'm stuck here for the duration. Eventually I will probably break down and post that mean and ugly sweet and lovely poem I've been sitting on for about a week ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2009/11/stuck-in-my-head/ OK, I have been looking for you for a few weeks now and I haven't found you. Are you lost? Did you lose your cellphone/GPS/nav unit? Maybe you don't know which number to call because I left so many. Well, this is the one. This is the number. Call it ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2009/11/dear-job/ I had a dream last night that was full of running in and around old buildings and chasing after something and books and ladders and rooftops that were accessed through weird trap doors and sunshine and glass, lots of glass. I think it was supposed to be a representation of ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2009/11/le-ciel-el-cielo/ Run away Aeneas, carry your father Anchises with you to outer-space, the North Pole, and Santa Claus. (Santa Claus, who falls splat into the charred remains of your house.) You are no P.T. Barnum. You watch the paratroopers jump into a new fire and you call it Cirque du Soleil, you call it old-fashioned. ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2009/11/bedlam-apocalypse-2/ 1 Then Thursday I sat bolt upright. The sun through the slatted verticals. Dust in the sun’s rays. Warmth in the room. All that. Emmanuelle at the vanity with her hair up and smiling. I sat with her down at the racetrack; she was beautiful. I sat with her and we watched the sea rising out of the ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2009/11/someday-rimbaud/ Go on Israel Go on Middle-East Blow me up Go on America Time for dinner Time for 2-dollar gas I implore you I beseech you I'm really down on my hands and knees here Looking for change in the cracks of the sofa O amen Hallelujah Isn't it a miracle? Which part of your mother is most high--the head, the heart, or the stomach? (The brain--the exit?) Frail, ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2009/11/delay-moses-and-battle-plan/ Come look for me tonight in the white go-kart. Yes we are making it funny. Yes I need the humor so much now that my face is murky. Now that my life's castle has cheese in the turrets, and the moat below is filled with bluish, brown-and-green sludge. It could rain today. The leaves melt so fast and my ice-maker ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2009/10/albino-suits/ Scrimshaw bricolage breakdown highway un-hip Mesopotamia parts of the street / parts of mobile homes slip out of the East Los Angeles night— on CNN— now they burn, now they don't Was everything always this ancient? Dear to me, I don't co-exist with you anymore but I co-inhabit—my bible but I bleed (I watch CNN a lot) I think: demise ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2009/10/bedlam-apocalypse/ Sick therapy foremost hindsight.      Temporary. Foreigner.      (I want you so bad.) I had some money invested there      that I lost in the great crater-- ocean. The ocean will soon rise      to swallow us all.      Though I don't see my face      right in the light of others, I belong to this horrible      middle class / swarm.      No ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2009/10/dear-career-opportunity/ I feel like I am writing the same three poems over and over. http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2009/10/sometimes/ I've grown in my own home. I wake up in the country and I split wood, I feed the fire. I feed the pets and the animals. The cats and the greyhounds. (The squirrels / squirrels you see are about all you dream about now.) Maybe I am St. Francis of Assisi. Also I am St. Francis ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2009/10/give-all-your-limbs-to-me/ Last night I dreamt that I had run out of job prospects, so I had to go work at a restaurant. It was a kindof subway/sandwich shop. They also served really good coffee. I remember I had to sweep the floors because it was still morning and there weren't any ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2009/10/laryngitis/ I don't know if I am a summer talisman. That's all my wife-beater. That's all my chest a-pump, my heart its own heart over its own blood. You sit with me and we watch the result, right? It's foolish to talk about this, floods and this. The mullah of summer is muttering about god and the clitoris. I believe in ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2009/10/suck-on-the-seed-of-the-pomegranate/ Just thinking about all the beautiful noise in the world today. http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2009/09/slaraffenland-mahler-bob-dylan/ I dreamt about ----- last night. Hard to tell what this means. In the dream our families were living in this apt bldg/hotel next door to each other, or with each other. Which is which is hard to tell. There was little separation between the families. Flimsy partitions and openings. ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2009/09/a-dream-with-two-possible-endings/ Go park the car. The night manager hands the key. The ice chest / the night mechanic. Radio all old cassettes and Beethoven. The summer sand in the beach towel sticks in vomit. One carpet that has no color. The brown steam rises to your shirt, your belly and breasts under me. And the rug is brown. The water rises ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2009/09/quetzalcoatl/ Dandelion, Dandelion. I have smashes inside me. I read your book. I read your other book. Now I'm missing you in places where I'm damaged. Lately I am thinking of taking my dry skin for a walk. Walk: just to see how it feels. I am inside of a horse and must go ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2009/08/missing-you-in-detroit/ Vegetable potato popcorn butter. Microwave, microwave. A pair of tongs like tongues like / out of the linings, up inside the linings. Shhh my stone lungs, my blue stomach. Ask the house if it can be a house, it will sit up on a shelf, on a rocky ledge. You say honey, honey because you’ve just got ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2009/07/apocrypha-dreams/ tumbled down from Pike's Peak like a clown in a clown-car steering before pissed-off electric spiders that ran around with baby-doll heads on them bobbing up-and-down going to “kill somebody” god-damn this country who listened to mildew scream in the pipes who saw George W. Bush in the shower-steam/ curtain/god bless & frothed & spat & hissed in the in-and-out ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2009/04/the-patriot/ Poor eyes do you watch who has the authority to make you watch (anything)     he says watch your eyes But can it be really damn No, but you don't suppose it is It is the way that you have when you recall something and it's not like it really was The brain is like ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2009/04/coke-bottle-lens/ Body dither romance **** Dust bowl prodigal Lucky white thingamabob  jalopy new moon The face at the window is the face of a man who likes to make lists Hera, Ezra, Esther etc. He says fa la la Fiddle-dee dee dee He has come to take you with him *** Five time I tried to go back and fix the corruption Four or ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2009/03/asterisk/ butter the sidelines with grilled cheese and baloney, honey / she says Hurry home I want you to fuck me hard tonight / I don't want you to run away she has gray streaks in her hair & she's a soccer mom but she looks good at the PTA meeting & she ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2008/11/aimless-walk/ A M-I-S-S I-S-S I ate too much tomatoes Bought a new house and moved everything Stubbed my toe Contracted a contractor to fix the things I couldn't fix (Then I shocked myself wiring the diningroom chandelier-- Added a new item to the list) But I thought about you and I missed you I dreamt that you bought an RV ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2008/11/a-mississippi-of-the-blood/ table synaptic band manuscript down in the hallway / selling baked goods (mothers and daughters) now in the aisle selling liquor you prefer pig's blood you are a fly you leave your shirt open you like the contours up the sleeve / down the back un- der the shady volumes 2 days without water you can live you feed on the milk ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2008/11/chest-pain/ ashtray gout colitis cranky earth the empty dress the wet lash you rush in and there is an accordion- run up to the knee the child musicians say No more No more No more (though I should finish this book before I go into exile) her bone marrow needs to be transplanted from this machine so what's the word? 'There' ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2008/11/temporary/ Title bookscan word "adroit." The policeman comes. The policeman comes. The girl sits upstairs in her underwear reading Nabokov, dreaming of a French kiss. Her mother is downstairs in the kitchen dreaming of a mink stole. She would bare her breasts to the neighbors, circling her nipples in pink lipstick. Oh, the house is rich. The father. The father. The boy stands ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2008/11/america-i/ Dressing gown body stain Spring rain Rain spring Flies come up to me and They lick your juice They say No No carrots No apples There is not a lime or a green tablet as sweet (As your hand: on my saddle) My post Maybe my post You must have misremembered it When you got off When you touched me You spilled your Coca-Cola All over ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2008/11/my-lover-as-a-carousel-horse/ Shit stink toe ox Towel Braid Little steam pumper Now Like this Now Ride a bicycle Ride a bicycle along the rim of the levee And Find a girl Find a marshmallow, morel Now Give her a towel Give her a tablespoonful of medicine And Take her Take her Take her with you http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2008/10/chambermaid-soul/ Penicillin Disorder Propane I don't want to fuck you I want to hold you To make you semantic I don't want to hold you I want to fuck you Last night I dreamt that I was going to a graveyard I was going to rip you open I never got there instead I found you in a travelling circus You were up ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2008/10/godspeed-secretaire/ Always something different Always something The definition of sameness Changes She wants to pull up her panties Into her asscrack She wants to watch She is reading and she has long fingernails They are friends and they decorate their places with flowers and cupcakes They have no regrets They say to one another, when you leave you make me so sad When you ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2008/09/lesbian-photographers/ (There are your fathers Now Get up on the high board and show them what you can do) In your blue dive suit You fall into the blue pail With your Terry gilliam shovel David lynch lunchbox Blue mother purse I skinned my knee mother But you fall into the blue motel And the director is moving behind you He says ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2008/09/just-because-i-like-the-movies/ Porn knobs twist on the set of the short film / robot exposé The robot home movie Snuff film/pyro/porno flick And the robot howls It's unlikely to stop The seizures feel too good, and besides, the night is a perfect companion to his erection He turns over and there is a clacking clacking of his internal parts Why? ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2008/07/turning-to-poison-while-the-bee-mouth-sips/ Thing was, it was raining, and I missed you And, I missed paper. I missed it really much. I missed the soggy feel of it, the damp inkstains, and the way that the slush would run down from your legs when it was over. Runny. White eggs from a snow or bulletin or confetti ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2008/06/my-lover-as-miss-universe/ Avatar Review 10, the "Dreams" issue, is now up at http://avatarreview.net/AV10/ http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2008/06/avatar-review/ * I remember him taking Latin in year 1 of University, but for the life of me I don't remember tying my shoes. Did that happen? In year one? * He sits on the bench and she opens up her notebook/heart to him She says let me show you my diamonds They are like travel slides ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2008/02/birth-poem-for-solomon-grundy/ Green brown mausoleum The way I feel certain about things The way for example 6 men can gather around a coffin And do it no good The way for example The word "Trowbridge" Sounds like the word "drawbridge" and it sounds like the word "troll-bridge" But it is not either one of them but just a street I ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2008/02/your-shirt-made-me-gravely-ill/ This way for Petunia I feel certain to go To go back Back into the little restaurant and the little fire I think I might have forgot you I got undressed for that night and then I forgot the feeling I forgot what it was like to be human All that hating and biting All that wanting of ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2008/01/anthropomorphic-relapse/ Well first of all there is the Atman, which is there—a sort of divine/semi-divine thing, incorruptible; the corruptible down-river there/not there where Ulysses hides. Ulysses, counterpart to the real. He stands at the river and prepares to swim. And the river, it is prepared to become steam. Because, all around (them) the crowd is yelling, Fusion. And they ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2007/12/a-stillness-and-a-stillness/ Boy they say that Exephrastes is a fast runner He is, he is, but right now it's Mongolia, ahead Mongolia, he speaks about 50 million languages He speaks them, but he doesn't understand them He doesn't know anything about human nature This is simple I want you to make me some demon toast I want you fine I feel ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2007/12/when-i-first-started-working-at-the-poetry-office-i-was-17/ Green velvet tear-apart bodice Chrysanthemum is the name I would give to this one Myself and Ilene Myself and Irene Sandwiched in this chair going into the attic She whispers to me about the movie Gaslight She likens Ezekiel’s petal to the petals on her blouse (She says that Existence is Something simple) I want to crush my face ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2007/11/i-think-that-there-can-be-a-field-of-white-heirlooms/ Last night I dreamt that I was chasing a tiger. Or actually, the tiger was chasing me. Or it was about to, but I had a gun and I was going to kill it. Ehh. Can you kill a tiger with a 20 gauge shotgun shooting birdshot? Probably not. This disturbed ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2007/11/hold-that-tiger/ Ehh. I miss my old boring orange and white Blogger dummy blog. This is the closest thing I could find on Wordpress. http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2007/11/tangerine-tangerine/ 1 The chemicals on TV are as good As the sauce The phosphorescence and the little pills They advertise With the war commercials and blue jeans Rules speaking to other rules Speaking to codes I can somewhat relate I see smoke and cinder I see Barney Rubble The virtues are all twisted I think I have suffered inside Despite the barca-lounger And the open ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2007/10/for-polished-chrome-bats-and-sultry-canada/ The highway project was stalled. In spite of the money, in spite of the New Year. The engines were stopped. People just sat on their seats watching. “Just put it in the pile with our other attempts,” said the man in the black hat, which was another way of saying what the people had just said. Then ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2007/09/the-superhero-runs-out-of-gas/ Artlessly vague. You're a cynic. Dream-doll in your pigtails and freckles, eye-liner and high-goth black lipstick (lipstick) you dress like an adult version of yourself. And I--I'm an adult version of myself too. Mannequin- man, accordion man, ostrich man with bionic suit and power tie. Now we're both actual, paying customers. The waitress, when she sees us she says, ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2007/09/with-soleil-moon-frye-at-the-international-house-of-pancakes/ Or the water—what does it have to do tobe safe? When it lies down with you whenyou see your reflection, and—you want to see it. She says, you can’t catch cancer from other people, but I don’t trust them. Then, I felt overlooked. I felt drugged. I felt like my insides were cooking. Now, after ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2007/08/the-past-like-most-lessons/ Don't arch my face, you make my scowls stick up when you Run in your underwear Down to the lake A map so fine the stars silver Moon the outhouse cut-out (like fine lace--but who put it there) This is a place that you should know but Thank you for not undressing yet Thank you Let me talk The ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2007/08/antimatter/ From a faceful of dirt to 30,000 ft up, on Everest, or better yet, on an airplane, the view of beginning to beginning (Come over a cloudbank and aha Some tiny towns are Really big towns, that way) Of course you don't know that you don't land there But everything looking postage-sized and pretty Oh god It takes Real ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2007/08/map-of-the-realm/ No there is no landing but I can see you How you can move you Come, you come down the stairs And you walk in And Roommate #1 comes in, with a bag And there are some groceries By the stove And You put the stuff up that she bought Together several cans of Soup fresh fruit and Bread possibly... (Mixed in ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2007/06/nothing-but-the-rain/ The new issue of Avatar Review is now out. Read it here: AV9: Landscapes http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2007/05/avatar-review-9-landscapes/ (Des Esseintes) Perpetual harm. That's the state I liken it to. Like all of life's a condition--not just the words I say, not just affects. Like there is no past I can remember, without the broken leg. Or a past where the leg is allowed to heal properly, where I don't ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2007/04/hung/ Poem Eclipsed by a Dark Mood Q: Why were the poems turtles? A: They were chasing the bleak mountains. * Now now Not so harrowing But how do you get polite out Imagination in And still make it work? (A dent) In the cheap societies In the cheap seats With Palsy, and ms abstract She has a private eye He has a letter opener, ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2007/04/napowrino/ I have a poem in the current issue of Diner. It looks like this: (Diner, that is. My poem is mainly black and white.) http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2007/02/poem-in-diner/ http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2007/02/ouch/ Hieronymous Bosch by Frank O'Hara So he has a funnel instead of a penis and has put his mediaeval pianist's hands on the thighs of a contemporary romance listening to Brubeck at Birdland. It's just too very very. "That's one for the apple barrel, you can feel the North Pole kissing the shellac." I wear a hook in ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2007/02/reading/ The white house in electric blue heat Bo Peep's negligee The crook of her (crook)              the door to the small room under the stairs The man had said Little piggie let me in The animals were in their pens They said Yes we do have a language Here it is Here it is Wheeohhhweeohhweeohh http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2007/01/the-poem-as-an-alcove/ Say, where you been What you done with my body Mark me up Bastard Cheat Inner thigh For no reason I want to touch you Back of the knee Kiss me Kiss me Shirley I don't care I don't Even if it's a small one Even if Touch my stomach Oh god, you're so beautiful http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2007/01/the-poem-as-a-tattoo-artist-of-sorts/ fevers, dreams 101, 102, 103 degrees mercury spikes in the bulb explodes         in the hand or mouth and St. Peter's feverish at the potter's wheel while the wheel spins in the potter's mind so I feel I have hard heads hard words knocked down in the pit drugged in the pit in the pit while my brothers played numbers over ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2006/12/seven-years-of-famine-seven-years-of-feast/ Tablature http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2006/12/lautre/ Sense of shared space, shared purpose (A help meet, a garden, work to do) Destiny, to drive us More destiny, more desire, hunger to drive us Some stock A larder Common enemies or none Invisible The good will to keep them invisible Separate A fence Scruples, for when there seems to be no purpose or way, before a purpose or way is found Some ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2006/12/desiderata/ 1. The bogeyman (Come to witness) Skin, 8 lbs in a mordant tub with eyes and teeth and hair The bloody organs That I dragged back from Graceland to Ephesus Because you asked me to get something. (because: I forgot what you asked for) So I plopped it down on the dinner table. You said, take it back. You wanted ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2006/12/medieval-romance/ http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2006/12/le-dos/ guess where the nutcracker suite is playing Friday our town hall decorated like socks so their windows are glazed and there is no motion in the lake so wet there is madness in the ducks so these geese do not fly yet or me we’ll all fly later much later we have no abilities to talk about that we can’t ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2006/12/for-ken-patchen-and-jesus/ dear fellow wilding if you’ve kept the mirror that proves something feed the Christmas tree santa, the red fat man passes vanilla candy over the burgundy- and white-striped tree-skirt ask him where the clove-peppered oranges the orange pomanders peppermint sticks for the children we’ll put icing on the children’s faces it will be great I’ve bought you a gift star anise for your wedding http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2006/12/lights/ Patrick And Spongebob Confront The Psychic Wall Of Energy.mp3 http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2006/12/driving-driving-driving/ to Robert Bohm: After Hours: Stalking the Real Now available: Episode 3, featuring poems from Sacred Debris: 21st St. Notebooks. http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2006/12/listen/ 55 Stones http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2006/12/b-list/ Where is the next official moment? Apprise me of it. Can you see me when you look down? Can you see my head? Can you count the 100,000 plus hairs that are said to grow there? Here is a grey one. Here is another. I've tried living in peace. Making lists. I've even loved the pictures. Some of them are ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2006/11/what-rough-beast/ I think it's nice now just never felt that the lobby could hold You sleeping and me sleeping Still in our chairs this much later After the gondola light of downtown pullses into the glass doors. At ten o'clock. At 2 o'clock The Porters' carts Brush by now and some are Neatly arranged by the elevator (burnished glow in the ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2006/11/hotel-nouvel/ http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0347048/ http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2006/11/gegen-die-wand/ So I found this cool SQL query, that counts the number of occurrences of specific words in a database. Here's what I've pulled so far, for dummy. Light 63 Time 58 Good 57 Hand 56 Thing 55 Water 54 Door 49 Tree 47 Room 45 Eye 42 Blue 41 Day 38 Fire/Flame 38 House 36 White 36 Dream 34 Girl 34 Green 33 Body 32 Star 31 Window 31 Night 30 Sun 30 Color 28 Face 28 Rock/Stone 27 Sleep 27 Boy 25 Arm 24 Head 24 Mouth 23 Rain 21 Red 21 Child 21 Man 21 Air 20 Black 20 Leaf/Leaves 20 Hair 19 Table 19 Boat/Ship 18 Heart 18 Heat 18 Life 18 Woman 18 Ground 17 Stick 16 Bad 15 Dark 15 Mirror 15 Song 15 Lake/Pond 14 World 14 Dress/Gown 13 Gold 12 Picture 12 Field 11 Fight 11 Moon 11 Story 11 Mother 10 Feet 10 Floor 10 Cold 9 Earth 9 Lip/Lips 9 Tongue 8 Fingers 7 If you have any suggestions for other words to look for, let me know. (Unfortunately the query isn't smart enough to tell you the ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2006/11/concordance/ http://everything2.com/index.pl?node_id=1795442 http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2006/11/one-kind/ 2. Sears Catalog (To have and to hold) I forgot which sect made this heresy The Manicheans or the Pelagians or the Arians the Donatists, maybe even the Marcionites but it was fallacy To test the scripture (will it be whole, will it be broken) To cherish the beloved (Will it be beloved-- If the scripture be broken/whole) Since no oath ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2006/11/from-medieval-romance/ Well, the eggblog experiment was fun while it lasted. Unfortunately, the spammers thought so too. This software is supposed be more secure. It certainly has all the bells and whistles. For instance, I can prevent folks from using certain words, like 'puppy,' or 'cherub,' in their comments. Excellent. http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2006/11/new-digs/ The reading period for Issue 9 - Landscapes is open through January 2007. For submission guidelines see here: http://avatarreview.net/submissions.html http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2006/11/avatar-review-call-for-submissions/ It isn’t the cookie jar, Which is pretty, But what you put inside. http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2006/11/form/ I am, I am, I am superman --REM Lord Lazarus looks in a little white door Sylvia Plath comes through carrying her gown she says Lazarus, Hello they soon lie down after a while they rise meanwhile, here on earth i’ve begun to bear a false witness to my life i feel there is some justice, there in the fuselage in the wheelspace in the wreckage in the ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2006/10/absolute-liars/ an unguent sweetness, please oh lord aroma, perfumes, light i need me some light to guide me to a land of clouds where i can lay my dear head on oh lord you hit me (you hit me) at the ah the ah demonstration there were men, women, and children each with banners proclaiming some right or another right there was a grocery ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2006/10/poemrest/ i need a good rainstorm and some healing powers some lake-effect snow to blow in off the lake lake effect snow.... if this were the sort of town to have snow i could be buried in a snow drift i could be buried in a bank vault with some snow oh, Chicago there is snow now town of euphemisms to show that ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2006/10/poemtalent/ well coin is a treat cash is a treat there is some justice in that but where is the Angel Jesse where is he he bows, bows over (it is gratifying) the gavel, the gavel he says quiet (and it is quiet) ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2006/10/my-nuclear-arsenal/ There are times when I walk around and I feel so special that I can’t believe you aren’t loving me. I can’t believe you haven’t seen me for the wonderful person that I am. Haven’t called me up to say, "Wow, you are wonderful, how could I have overlooked this ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2006/09/some-other-things/ Picture: Story. Like many, we had fallen from that disease and this was our conversation. The client: a stare which like the stone rolled under its own weight as we pressed forward. It was possessed-- a construction site some would call it. But that was just the dialogue telling us someone was sick inside. We had to ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2006/09/afterwards/ I live in a town where water becomes abstract and the grass that you’ve sown into two piles (from seed: one bluegrass one greengrass) is growing and covering everything with a fine fuzz so fine the blades become semi-identical; and all things are hidden which might have helped me distinguish neighbor from neighbor, know which neighbor ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2006/09/for-my-kidnapper-the-samaritan/ I. And what will you do for it, and what have you done? Will you back up through your life? Will you outlive, did you betray? Will you stretch? Did you foam at the mouth? Did you complete? At least once did you? How will you fare, when asked? It isn't as easy as pushing the cabinet around. For ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2006/08/folklore/ FILE: magnetism.html I. Get Up and Go Out Time to go to the mall, OK? Just put on your clothes. Put on your shoes, your make-up, your Nez Perce necklace that allows you to find everything. Find me. I'm behind this fence. I'm setting apart the broadsides. I'm making one kind of a tool that will open all the locks. I don't ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2006/08/magnetism/ I feel like a vagabond in that neighborhood. No one lets me eat. No pies on the windowsill, no money. My bark capsizes in the rain. I see the animals are well-fed though-- especially the fish. The fish had better watch out. I am like a pond, unstocked, on the other side of the lawn. The unclean spirit, the ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2006/08/postmodernity/ She drugged me and then she locked me in her apartment. And then she called my wife. * No, first we had sex. Or I dreamed that we did. But this happened in a dream, so if we had sex it would have been dream-sex. Or perhaps not. Perhaps only the dream of ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2006/06/some-memories-of-a-dream/ There must be a lakesomewherethe tracks come tothat leave your place.A spot of isolation like an apartment.If afterwards we forget therewhat did we feast on?I hardly know you.Why did you live?This finite summerstops by the roadare all red, all wicked.I thought you were a self.I thought, someday. If the dreams ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2006/06/amnesia/ At least my language matters. Learn Spanish. In Walgreens there is a like a small fortune of the loose ends of the world’s detritus on sale. I love it. There are umbrellas. There are walking sticks. There are gauze and tinned meat. 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And how the light doesn't hit but on one side at a time--so that it looks ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2006/04/this-stop-or-the-next/ New Tool album. Available in stores May 2. Available on the net, mm, slightly sooner. http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2006/04/10000-days/ You're always dying in this room and I want to pull you out but where is the band-aid where is the kettle? One way leads behind cabinets and the small hole through a crawlspace to walls of another house your house in a hall down the middle of your white country house and the wide windows flanking the front beneath pretty ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2006/04/failure/ Souvenir, souvenir, que me veux-tu? Haven't healed. Did I say that I would? Did I say that I would be able to push the color back in the pens, the ink in the tubes? Sleep with it in me? Did I say it, this spring? This spring is too old, then, we have had it before. Compared ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2006/04/dreaming-with-verlaine-and-chagall/ What do you know? I know you. I know you are walking, I know you are having a bad dream, I know your heart, just past the crossroads, you are lying down on it. I know it was a bad decision to leave the ocean. I know you were intent to ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2006/04/the-goldfish-inquires-about-my-former-life/ almost halfway thereContrefortsfor Anna K.We've run out of licoriceWill you take off your shirt for mewill you take off your towel, your dressthat ring you're wearing will you take off your red turbanwill you take out the sticks from your hairwill you undo the top button of your pyjamaswill you ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2006/04/number-13/ The voice of Amergin of the white-knee The voice of Mick Jagger The voice of Halle Berry The voice of Mary Kay LeTourneau, Heidi Fleiss The voice of Regis and Kelly, and their guests The voice of soft closed lids The voice of a high-rise apartment overlooking Madison Avenue in the empty dawn The voice you invoke now The ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2006/04/list-poem-with-voices/ Yes, well. I never claimed to have a lick of sense. This is from a couple of days ago. The first one, so far, that I actually don't mind repeating.4. Now, MirandaSafe from the literal shipwreck, now we find it, our spot of rescue,here beneath the palm tree,beneath the naked ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2006/04/napowrimo/ I want to see you burn body burn / body burn dark / dark burn far / bright / miserable / burn on the wretched failing scumbling as you go toward the door. 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If I get it, love will hold the door for me and I will go in. It will be my house, my place of possession, all the spacethat I waited on.I won't be afraid.I'll walk through my house and try each door,grasping it and slamming ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2006/03/death-poem-after-rilke/ Jellyfish goes to theauction: and Jellyfishfinds his legs there,2 for $10, or a littlehigher if there areother bidders.Jellyfish has toborrow an arm, to liftthe felt paddle whichsignifies "I want you." He has to have thepaddle the arm that isthe important thing.For the sea has hadpity on him: he wantsto sell ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2006/03/poem-with-and-without-legs/ after Popa1mammary glanddiscarded pituitarydislocated thumb/broken thumbneatly severed pipeat the edge of the shrapnel, like betrayalyou're quite a coatlook, look, look, you-- sneeze out come the soft bits of your flesh, the bridge of your noselook, a thumbnailno reallywhere is the rest of you?2how strange it looks, turned inside-outall that meatbut ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2006/03/downhill/ Announcing the inaugural issue of Autumn Sky, a new pub edited by Christine Klocek-Lim. I really like the idea of this one and was proud to be included in the launch.And look--there's a poem from PaulaWings too! http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2006/03/autumn-sky-poetry/ I said I wanted a baby.          There is no way we are having one, Budweiser.But you are not even hearing me.You are a hilltop standingbehind a house. You are an A-framebehind an A-frame. Snow slidesdown you and hits the ground. Youdon't even feel it. The snow ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2006/03/babys-breath-and-the-heckler/ for AWait. Let's waltz.What is your caste system?                                                           Is your hymen intact?                   ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2006/03/bollywood/ Brother, the bus ticket is fadingand the night is bestial. In my handthe beer bottle breaks, taking myblood to heaven. There is prettysunshine there, even the negativeshimmers in quick gold, the goldcoming from so many dreams.The boy who resembles my father.He draws a face--it's open, it's mine.I confess: I think ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2006/02/aerial-views-of-the-city/ I'll freeze in the cinema. Everywhere I point there's a waterfall, a kiss which has just been consummated, an electric organ which makes me feel certain to splash. But I am going to freeze in my seat. 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And pretty soon it doesn't matter: if ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2006/01/drugstore-monochrome/ Before I wake up, in sleepshe starts masturbating, on the machine.And she is telling it, brilliantmachine, I love you you are the best machine ever. And it is very hot, she istaking her things off and giving them to me.Her shield, her corset. I take them to the pile and ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2006/01/white-room-with-black-windows/ 1. Vitruvian Manrubberwizardtongdemeritchief eaglechief outliner        chieflucky astronautlucky callersmear-cap      at the nighton the stand, everybody liedit came back, it bledthe image was a passengerwhiter than us allthey said no one would believe itwe needed to debate this"rich dichotomy" I heard them"dot dot dot dot" (& confess ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2006/01/test-music-for-outer-space/ One day I will fall out of the skyinto your oven. I will say to youBetty Crocker, you better cook me.Cover me in vegetables and disgustingsauce. Put a white apple in my mouth.I will lick it like a newborn.Because, I am like that. I am notyour innuendo or ear infectionor ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2006/01/jane-you-better-love-me-or-else/ or, how to be.How to leave the opaque with the barren, the crushed with the underfoot, with the bruised.Where I'm not sodden or shepherded or otherwise -herded or obligated, or even trusted, too much.Not antiquated, not pastoral, not in-vogue.But like a fall god, an old and red and dignified and ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2006/01/dirt-darling/ At the state fair he popped the trunk and they came out all rushed and hoping, just like the tin soldiers that we released in the park--gung ho for the water,the jungle/forest of make-believe. I thought that the duckswere going to go mad from honking. Helicopters,cranky-cranks--you might have imagined ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2006/01/bad-smell/ Darling, if you say "a spider rose up and bit me," I will hit you again. Didn't we learn to embellish? You should say, "I have spotted a dwarf on the plain. This dwarf--he is pleading with his lady. She has stopped at a well to pray." (and if it is a clear night if ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2006/01/for-una-when-she-feels-cross/ And what was left of the solid rooms? Of the closets and outbuildings and sheds, the disappointing cellars that we went into-- that we collapsed-- was there anything left? Maybe: some wine, some dried bread. It was like halving a crime--no-- It was like solving an acorn-- a procedure there was no order for. I think--did a tree grow out ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2006/01/conjuring-identities-from-sleep/ but how could you love him there in the plush seats, watching sad films and thinking about the weather?The blue stone, Maier & Berkele, the fine afternoon on the rock. The sun the way it is now. You told him not to worry...At least he remembers it that way. He ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2005/12/youve-read-virgil-so-you-know-how-this-works/ her apartment, not too far, up a few flights, a few streets, not too far, you go there one day and that is your true love the cat seeking you on the roof; the dark side he has for you or maybe it's a slurry or a thing unknown till now, a sweet onion you celebrate or an ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2005/12/precipice/ Beyond the tired salad, the aching radish, there was some meat left that we couldn't finish.And the waiter--none of us--had bagsso you wrapped it in tin foil and took it home.Heart. Albumen.Made a mess of your pocket, I'll bet.Later, I said that I wanted you to love me like you ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2005/12/for-the-eighties/ Now we'd have lived there--it finally stopped tickingand there was another town--America, the fable part we missed.There was Appalachia, and it wasbeginning to be Midwest--hill-farms giving way to flatter placeswhere there would be guess-work.Should we plant corn? Or maybepeas? We would need a tractor.You patted your hammock and saidSally Field? ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2005/12/homestead/ When I was free to think on your bodyI did it so much. I loved your mouth;it was a napkin, I said. And your face was a wide white tablecloth with a red rectangle in the dead, white center. Distance was not contriving then,there was no picnic to go to. ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2005/12/insolvency/ for ESVM for R. BohmAnd who could argue with a ferry-boat ride?We we very tired, we were very merry,but we hadn't travelled, not yet.It was August, the Captain was so nice.He gave everyone a discount.And therein we filled up, we filled in, we had our fillof tea and cake, and ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2005/12/thirty-three/ FILE: billboard.html from Missouri some rather hard stuffhard / desperate / hardgrainy photos and stills(like I want, like I want to see that)street signs with Missouri's fat ass outlined in a broad stripe, hanging out thereor in a coed's roomon a T-shirt(and why, of all Midwestern girls, did you have to ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2005/12/billboardbrdesiderata/ Good natured diarist; progressive, etc.Keeps a lot of booksHas a green book in which he annotates'schematics of the Industrial Revolution'[cross section of a steam engine] inserted, "man's height" next to the stepladder in the foregroundarithmometer, circa. 1895notice the crank handleMany notes, esp.his own list of urban mythsthe personality in exilethe ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2005/12/the-mayor-of-deficit-ohio/ the bus in case (we don’t meet outside)          4:30? ok?             got my 20th C. Lit              with Mr. Huff       is he hard?       no.         ok.       I want to try that                [            ]          sometime.   me too.  (turns you on I guess)          I miss you.mmm, did you hear about _____?I think his parents are going to sue. ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2005/12/class-schedules/ In her glass they're leaving if she doesn't confess.Or, they'll stay, but she doesn't confess.Her glass presents:      personal effects      them leaving/her staying      other effectsIn her glass nothing feels true.[The past is inescapable, the present complicated.A heart has up to four chambers.]Does she tell? Who ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2005/12/the-fortune-teller/ Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live.--Exodus 22:18knapsack, nodrawn then (taken) thenaround the creek to watch fish / nonebeing caught / nowmudto be / preciousmutant / red-water spray tun the scripture / bucketaccept / accipere--to take and finishthey threading diamonds up her'pretty secret eye'they lift up their spoons ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2005/12/the-millers-wife/ Never seek to tell thy love.--William BlakeLong ago, you decided you would open this door last. You weren't superstitious then, just lucky,but you're superstitious now. ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2005/12/door-13/ All big with 8 bags of consent and a clover leaf a satchel of glitter and beads, white beads finally just the affidavit in our outstretched arms because they were amassed on the tree like litter because: on the river like trees: leaves on the tree and it being in the tradition of our species when something got ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2005/12/progressbrwhat-we-could-say/ The sea-aisles are crooked.One of them goes into the ice and cracks.The other goes underneath, a long way.Ani feels that I don't love her enough.I haven't touched her for weeks.I've been planning a shipwreck, writing in this book I carry around.I take it to work and I look at it.I ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2005/12/recitative/ 1. the truth feels like Alka-SeltzerAlligator, you wouldn't believe what the liarsare calling me now. 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And then we ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2005/12/little-house/ Fly that ocean in a silver plane.See the jungle when it's wet with rain.--Patsy ClineGod's own playground.How feeble the light strikesthe iron bars of the jungle gym.How feeble the iron bars.And when you walk pastthe merry-go-round it spinsclose to the moat. The moat must be filled withiron filings!But you ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2005/12/light-geometric-fade/ Ensconced in the light (kohl) the wedding dress of Namrita Mirajkar (Desai), who wore it because the husband was tall,because he had books, and because he read to her a different story each night.They consummated their marriage in this way--among the tall bookcases, among the deep rugs and the lamps.Namrita ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2005/12/fateful-apparatus/ Barbie’s runningaway from the trailer-park     in her pyjamasturning before Kenripped panties     stealth mind     Beretta uncocked(like a turtle on her back)it will take a few weeksbefore the Scotch goes(back on the turtle)a hiatusin the trialthey’re     exhaustedthey’ve studied the trends sucked the coalssent for ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2005/12/from-the-dollhouse/ While I slept she had grown hooves, and her hair was longer than I remembered, and she was letting (this man) hit her, and she was getting excited about it. She kept saying, Beat me, Beat me... you know? I'd rather be beaten (she said). Beat me for an apple? ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2005/11/horse/ It's not that I don't appreciate the vivid encounter, but what is this modesty the proof of? A slack? Have you lost your hair? Else urge, erat, era--meaning,there was a timewe were--once--it was that little spanbetween the bubbles, where the rims edgedthe edge-skin of the bubbles, eating the honeycomb.Hours down ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2005/11/covenant-defining-a-plane/ Subway song. A light wind-litter-air-disturbance. Kicked-apart boxesdraped on the backs of shamelesslovers who (try to) sleep there.Picture it:that we could sleep like them,pull ourselves out from the street Monday,and work.More hands than we might recall.Money.Hurrah to that.It would be shameless.Evocative.Unpatriotic.Furthermore, the door swings out from its hingebut you don't get ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2005/11/berlitz-primer/ The dharma of the West differs from that of the East.... The normal, healthy Westerner has no desire to escape from life, his urge is to conquer it and reduce it to order and harmony. --Dion Fortune, The Mystical QabalaTo Sri Lanka the girl's eyelidscould not rotate fast enoughcould notbecause ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2005/11/ancient-hieroglyphics/ (mon semblable, mon frère)Less inspiring; or more dual. The ordealcalling up my disembowelment-dream for the guests.I tell them, I don't want you to be company,I want you to intervene!Make my insomnia less vigorous.(Tomorrow; tonight.)I want you to pet me.For forever the wide-screen panics me--a real furor--I need precious momentsfor the ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2005/11/kitsch/ Talk about the literal                                        pure sense of the pavementcrushed stones on the ground, green gourds, you'd call it                         ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2005/11/hamadryad-turning/ I. In the Maple Box-Plant they are pulling in the corners. 43.17 dozen boxes, corresponding to the first run. They don't know. How one holds The Body--the new book. The others hold copies. The sheer diabolical nature of the crime has forced this-- 999 blank books 1 'true account'-- summery, first-person, breathless, exacting, anonymous and full of life. The street-car pulls up ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2005/11/the-true-story-of-barbara-jane-mackle/ RevlonAcquiesce is a scab that won't healand when she picks it that's whenthe world starts to come home.Norman Bates isn't just a taxidermist--he's using living models! And of coursewe know about the girl in the upstairsroom. Such a prim thing, such aslim thing. Betelg---. So Sally made himbreakfast, made him ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2005/11/jaundice-or-name-brands/ in Machu Picchu just because I cango there. I can get on a a planeand take it--to Lima, Peru; to Cusco,Peru--and then get on a train and take that to Aguas Calientes (the hot waters)and then get on a bus up to the ruins.A short trip if I take drugs ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2005/10/a-simpler-life-awaits/ And Cecille walked back into the one room she knew, halfway, and then she was taken, and she became more fearful. With words kind of benighted that he'd never held up to any real light he's now saying something about disaster. And you're blind; you bump into things. Making it a dangerous trap-- the pills dissolve in water, but ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2005/10/the-serial-killer-misplaces-his-horse/ In the tower-room youcould not see your hands.I could see them for you.They were white.They were not located by your wrists.They were not old.Things were starting tocome open for me.You asked if I could seethe white walls.I could. In the book, the king who bannedboats from his coastsregretted it. No ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2005/10/monolith/ No tensile strength. No. Let's face it:the poem at the beginning of the bookwas less endearing than the doorat the end. Knock-knock. So somethinggot out. It was painful, that fall,precipitated by a turn into the barn.While leaves floored down. An adventure,mind. The elk moon sleek and shiny.The wonderful moon sleek ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2005/10/evacuation-math/ Can you put yourself in them? Can you?I mean, brown and all. A bit faded,a bit rag-tag, a bit fallen out.And can you touch them--broken, sore,left out in the rain to become stiff--tights boots, wrong boots. Youwould not wear to a party. But would youbelieve in context? Would you mind ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2005/10/iagos-shoes/ http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2005/10/damn/ Will you take off your dress and send it to me?--PixiesEspalier-girl     head to the match-headbecoming / meaningbecoming / trier of the villagebecoming     sheafbecoming     chiselbecoming     elbow in flamenear your small branch moonlight     tools     the ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2005/10/a-welsh-myth/ The door opens 1/4, 1/8 of the wayand then closes. A listless windblows limp yellow curtains over a stringy blonde. Love her nursingthe sick child, grease spots over thestove. Love the Black Cat Black Catwall clock, Houdini lamp, the box-wine. She is as happy as she can be.But is this ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2005/10/jiffy-pop-quiz/ The main event. The party door;the dealer's door. Superbowl,green root, concert footage.Men and women cross the thresholdat all hours. In fog, in the pest-control light they are leering;they are hideous. Sometimes they'rebeautiful. Not one of them hasa brand. A hand protrudes through acarefully made hole--it's got acandle. That's good. We're ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2005/10/quarter-limbo/ A city's stenography gives out at itsbridges. All there is continuous;all there is expedience. It's a worldapart. And without fields you'llmiss so well. As liable to see JohnKeats' halo as John Keats' sullenflood. Sullen flood--and if its pullis irresistible still it can take yourbreath away--and you can take yourfriends. You ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2005/10/pop-music-klone/ (Van Gogh's Ear)The door is the door to our house.Here are the columns, and here isthe door between the columns.This is the Grecian, with its portico(and its pediment) modelled afterthe Greek temple. A house for theheavens. The proportions are allsmooth; the statues are exact. I canstand here with you and ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2005/10/two-plus-two-equals-the-same/ The door is a gate. The deadgate leads open to a meadowwhich presides over a fence. Thefence is full of ivy, and blownbrown. [Brown mirror, green orb,blue atom.] Beyond thatthere is a house, and upstairs,a small girl's room. She isalone: Her fuzzy pink shirt. Hertie-dyed night-shirt. Which isto be soft. ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2005/09/one-two/ In my Father's house are many mansions....O the church-thriller... holy relic,holy naves. The platen a smorgasboardof depraved priests and winding sheets,swollen swollen chests. The lair isunderground and you don a hat--you aresympatico, Frere Jacques, the stupidsemi-devout eyeglass and candle-maker,one step from the altar. With no goldto be found. But a ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2005/09/a-syncretism-of-the-obvious/ I'll channel your sincerity througha series of paper cut-outs, doll-heartsthat I've invented from squirrels, mice,baby owls. When you ask me why I'll saythe better to eat you with, my dear...just like the song. But I won't (won't)play the wolf. Put turpentine into thepaint to stir... Hello, you know how itworks ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2005/09/hansel-and-gretel-learn-the-tango/ Broken into as if some crime hasoccurred, and now we're calling inPeter Falk to do the detective work.What happened here? Is thekiller in the kitchen, or in the foyerclutching an envelope? The backsteps lead down to a basementwhere the body is. Tell-tale signs:the coat, the tired off-focusglass eye. Was there ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2005/08/professor-henry-jarrods-house-of-wax/ ReminiscingLaura Ingalls' TV sister Mary goes blindin this episode, Little House #84,the two-part season finale. A real tear-jerker, it's not unlike the Ingrid Bergman/Charles Boyer film, except that thingsturn out differently. There is no savingthe girl's sight, for one. It's part ofher TV Destiny. But then she teachesat the blind ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2005/08/gaslight-the-movie/ --Do you love me?     --I love you.--Do you trust me?     --I trust you.LuciferThis is the most interesting ofthe devils. The light-bringer, morning-star. Babylonian King Helal. Day-star mis-translated by Saint Jeromeas Lucifer. He being the stuffof fireflies longs to be spread in.He longs to be spread "on the wing."But he has to be ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2005/08/blade-runner-diptych/ Tall one the backyardand to which vines belonga sweeter than Bougainvillea I reck notshe envies or cries, Don't follow me through hereDon't, you can'treach back for me / If I cut my hairthere's a hard time ahead (leaning down for more rocks, into the barrow) If I grace the plowthere's ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2005/08/god-walks-among-us-now/ Steve McQueen and AliMcGraw are the bank robbersthat I love in this film. She'sgorgeous, and he drives a car,fast. I think it might be aMustang, or maybe a Corvette.Or maybe I'm getting my filmsconfused. They walk out in ahail of bullets. Now she's hisaccomplice. She has the keyand she gets ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2005/08/getaway-empowering/ I. Absolute MinotaurHalf-open, are you afraid? Are you a quitter, are you a quitting kind of a door?Are you cracked? Are there cracks in you, are you exposed?Bronzed, armorplated. Steelplated. Loyalest oak-plated. Of sweetgum, of cedar.Where is the latch, the secret needleor the letter?        Excuse me, pea-jacket. ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2005/08/aeschylean-blues/ inside a house / its hidden parts / gangways and propped uppilings exposed boards propped up on other boards / secret doors to back in / handsthrough the cupboard or closet / Ms Winchester / worried about Micah falling                     ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2005/08/walter-mitty-dreams/ because aphasia would sing me too degraded and I'm in a room called quandary most arias I know can't continue past. checking the door for cracks. Are you still...? I want to know.and also, an aria is a torn coat--as much the head, as much the brain(that museum of persona), ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2005/08/so-long-aria/                                  How do we know which cars they are?                                  Are they the slower cars           ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2005/08/funeral-processions-in-rain/ It's still (here) butyou do what the lights think ofbetter--seize in seize in--limbs clear as steel wands(for you know how a peachcan grow up and be a tree, too)you don't save livesI'm tellingyou're invested in the coming and in the goingnever the walkers or the joggers   the strollerseveryone looks approachablethe serious ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2005/07/redondo-beach-furniture/ No. Yes. The ship could be half-full and still I'd want to crawl up into that room with you. To face that terrible seal. The heart-trapped-rhythm. Sewing-needle. (Lipped.) Where the girl-hero explains: waves. Explains: sorry? Deceit, desert / Sudden noise the woodpecker grapples with. (Absolution? Tell me...) Mascot. Little-bird. Little- hater. You've shorn your head. Tinkle ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2005/07/for-all-the-romance-novels-in-the-room/ Cordero perdido en la ciudad http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2005/07/vamos-nenas/           What do you make of that blues-man,                                                hummingbird ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2005/07/popping-xanax-on-the-miracle-mile/ Found this review at musicunderwater.com God that makes me feel old. http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2005/07/the-head-on-the-door/ (updated with audio)Wanting nothing, watch this, old man, matchbooks and habits,washing machine, bald tires(you're especially fond of old, bald tires)                                 & look up into yrcasual beliefs, blankets, bag ofpopcorn, bag of chicken, bag of             tootsie rolls, dark-blue     dark-brown     old man socks the sound of yr shoe in rain, the squelchon, ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2005/07/falling-out-of-a-ford-galaxie-at-40-mph-on-a-hairpin-turn/ here's an Italian trans. of a Neruda sonnet i did a few years ago.i think it probably sucks, but it's troubled me, nonetheless.because: A) i think everything (i think) sounds better in a foreign tongue. almost always. (especially in Italian!)B) i never really 'learned' Italian. so this was almost like ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2005/07/sorry-pablo/ i posted this earlier, but somehow the post got deleted. i have no idea how. mmmm, i hope my blog hasn't been possessed by demons...Literary Salt Ahh.... the new Literary Salt is out, with a cool piece by Paula, and some others. Looks like a fantastic issue, I'll be reading. http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2005/07/blogger-wtf/ click here http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2005/07/perversions/ 1. O big-believer... bug...      stone mason minor summer                                                                      taking yr airspacecaterpillar on the ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2005/06/basic-spring-poem-stone-caterpillar-hospital-gown/ A vehement fig, ok?A geek tome, VHF-inHeaven keg-motif--Fat, meek, given oh,Nag (evoke them ifHe tag five men, ok?)Gat knee five ohm,A fee hen, GMT, IV, KO(EEG met a VHF ikon)Gamete five honk,Fake even got himTaken, gem-hive ofMeat, fen, keg, Oh, IV--Heavie f gment, ok? http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2005/06/the-making-of-eve/ You are the Fool card. The Fool fearlessly begins the journey into the unknown. To do this, he does not regard the world he knows as firm and fixed. He has a seemingly reckless disregard for obstacles. In the Ryder-Waite deck, he is seen stepping off a cliff with his ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2005/06/tarot-tarot/ http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2005/06/lxxviii/ red queengrey mothwhite delivery vanhow long do i wait for you, howlong       do i fold       the green dollar in half? http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2005/06/back-of-the-envelope-solstice-ditty/ The new Melic is out, with a couple of my poems. http://www.melicreview.com/archive/iss26/ http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2005/06/melic-26/ I think this is the most thoroughly depressing painting in the world. If anyone knows of a more depressing example, please email me, I would love to see it. http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2005/06/labsinthe/ FILE: purgatory.html Yard sales and trees. The blue-black tire swing. The apple? apple tree. Merryold broken television. Chipped tooth. Chipped cup. Chipped sacristy of the bath. For Jesus. For silver. Tinhey the crappy owl in the yard (the bird baththank you) must've once been some kind of flamingo some kind of ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2005/06/with-monty-hall-and-roger-waters-in-purgatory/ after StevensThere are wasps inside your pears soyou don't see them as I will:stone-kettle, stone/stone, jackfruit. You seethem as ripe, ripening bells.How much difference there isin the way we settle the score. Green one. Brown nothing.Tomorrow, the pears will be falling.The wasps will fly. You will say flying wasps from ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2005/05/the-pears-again/ visions of people carrying around doors under their armsit's titled: the gorsewhere rafts(magic carpets)screens                            & rugsbegin:It's a mission door. All you do isdig the cellar under it,and space will openthe last of the Russian dolls--its tongue rather ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2005/05/prologue-rundown/ You want to do something? then do something. Because, you can read the Rilke poem a thousand times--you know the one, the one that ends, you must change your life--you can read that a thousand thousand times, it still doesn't mean you've done it.You must do it. You must change ... http://dummy.rentedroom.com/2005/05/so/