“*E.T. POEM HOME*” by Paul Siegell
by Ernie on 05/05/10 at 9:49 am
fixin’ to do a little space walking, the domestic sentence is—
so says the spokesperson of the spokespeople
breaker breaker—
we just got lifted / got we just flung / we just got view
crossed the B Franklin Br with the cyclist in your psyche—
took Astronaut Ave. out to the empyrean
operated the apparatus of paradise—
ULTRA CONCENTRATED JOY dish liquid, refreshing lemon
breaker breaker—
we see now the cosmicality / see now to the thru
the feet-foot of the lice-louse—
“Two shot in Southwest Philadelphia”
the teeth-tooth of the geese-goose—
“Female sprinters leapt off the blocks on a Chinese island”
stutter-stepped in suffixes, wound up all -en -est -n’t -ized
& now, Willy Wonka doesn’t wanna without his eye patch on
breaker breaker—
we wanted to know if there was n.e. new news w/ ewes
bike-psyched, washing dishes, spinning vinyl flying saucers:
for all the DJs sick on their turntables—
repeat to the beat for another “orbit” scratch technique
but oh, how apropos:
my coworker’s a portable putting green behind my cubicle—
(“Am I to abandon my post?” ponders the Foolosopher—
“Or just my assumptions?”)
landing on Astroturf, somethin’ wildly outer space about it—
so says the spokesperson of the spokespeople
Paul Siegell
May 5th, 2010
tremendous thanks, brother bear!
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