Hey, here's the last batch of untitled poems celebrating 5000 of them. Thanks for reading, and, what could this mean? Dada is the groundwork to abstract art and sound poetry, a starting point for performance art, a prelude to postmodernism, an influence on pop art, a celebration of antiart to be later embraced for anarcho-political uses in the 1960s and the movement that lay the foundation for Surrealism. —Marc Lowenthal Beware the ides of April... but for now, untitleds!
the steps so large and frightening
were ready for witnesses
and bouncing balls .
the cobblestone streets beyond . we’re not ready for either; cars drove precariously upon their surface
like ships sailing into the mystic waters of dreams and deaths.
we stood there and confused everything as human;
others passed us by with their reckless abandon , but we’re reckless too. we go where we want ,
untitled 2664 (new generation bottle rockets)
a curved smile spine waits on the lonely cowboy girl. she has a green hat and works at the counter drug store. she drinks the cough syrup for fun. her boyfriend drives that old beat black truck. it has rust in the tire drums. it has ice under the dash.
a sweet precipitation comes down the hills. we are kids yet again.
sweet summer time, chase fireflies and bottle rockets.
she doesn’t know that she’s pregnant, he doesn’t drive so fast.
entertainers, innovators alike, play your brass band music loudly. last chance.
new still night of no old men
chanting the rhythm of the taxi cab
in their corners street
we are cool saxophone
entities digging dig
the sidewalk the lady passes the
crescent moon crooked as an eye sore and shut
half wondering when oh when will love be had
believe in the rain windows
storm drain faced
girl in the spider web
I shot down the airplane and it landed in your backyard
and it killed your garden
and spit flame cool across the dash of your
go off the wheels we fell in the ditch.
point away point
away the name of your old boyfriend who drank himself to death
words ooze forth bugs
she runs across the parlor and gropes the door of her lover licking and kissing