18 February 2008
Jorge Guitart
Ten Poems
From My Life with Jacques
1
As we came to the traffic light, I said to Jacques,
“Red means ‘stop’ because blood is sinister.
Green means ‘go’ because foliage is protective.”
Jacques enveloped himself in an air of indifference.
2
Jacques was hungry. I said to him,
“You cannot eat interpretations!”
I helped Jacques succeed over the slipperiness of meaning
by teaching him how to call and order pizza
and have the order obeyed.
3
Jacques was unambiguously ill.
He was lucky that the doctor who cured him
was a presence, an autonomous self
with lots of useful hidden assumptions.
Hear Me, I am Latino, etc. Revisited
Hear me, I am Latino.
Taste me, I am Chocolatino.
Smell me, I am Muskino.
Touch me, I am Velvetino.
See me, I am Pentimentino.
At Blasphemy Beach
Saying is being, but the bong
is nowhere near the bang,
and the shaman is sham plus am.
Yet the box of chocolates
needs to be owned,
the lollipop
needs to be sucked
The crab, the crab is asleep,
deeply asleep in a nook,
but soon will be awake
in a cranny.
Rough Rider in the Sty
Summer dawn. Industrial crimes are new.
Some jerks are covered with dew.
Where are we, and who the hell can tell
and why is the farmer in the dell?
I know that the Material Base of Spirituality…
I know that the material base of spirituality
can and will spoil our plans to go on a picnic
that would be everlasting.
You shouldn’t have to pin your hopes on a balloon.
Angels should feel tears running down their cheeks
and then discover that they don’t have a face.
If a divinity suggests that we may approach, it may slap us.
Some of the gutsy may be disemboweled
And so it goes, but does it have to return?
From a Journal
6 a.m
For today’s great awakening
we must thank our maker,
said the Coffee Maker.
10 a.m
Luckily, all I saw on the shore
was the kind of exoskeleton
that could not possibly impart
any moral lesson.
3 a.m
Are there no tears in the fabric
of the valley of tears?
After the Tempest in the Immense Teapot
Yes, there were perpetual
instances of experiences of
which there cannot be
any and, no, I
did not want to
be a slave to the
notion that we should
not be slaves to
any notion .Most citizens
by nature desire not
to know, only to
see, hear, feel, taste,
and touch. We are
getting closer to the
horizon! I can feel
it in my little
green veins! Leave me
alone for now and
perhaps for a very
long ever.
Episode 14
Trees return to their amorality
as soon as the poets leave
but here come some more addicts to their type of reality
You feel there is no reprieve.
No Antidote To Anecdote Has Been Found
1
“I am on top of things,”
says Dust.
“Me too!,” says Crust.
2
This product helps fight whatever
but it is you who must fight.
3
Certain lovers cannot be true
to one another.
There is a clash
of small knowledgeable armies.
Hopelessness and Salvation
I found a pretty girl
who was like a melody.
She was with an ugly boy
who was like a threnody.
See these cashews?
They are religious nuts.
They believe they’ve been placed
in this bowl for a purpose.
They are right.
Won’t you have some?
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