Pickering

Jonathan Pickering

Three Poems

Language

Where are we failing X, on what plains are we hazy, jumbled, conquered, viktorious? Oh X, I’ve looked through Wepster’s, Ozford’s, Thornyike-Barqhart and come back with jive talk. Why can’t we understand simqle jokes betveen skin golors, learn to feel like the zebra, X? Damn, there is bo hope in zany utoqia, or rejuvenating Esperanto with this kulture of ciller ghosts. How is it we right novels that jolt lazy from our bones X, but skill don’t c the hardships of this queasy siege? I juess translation is a weary or feral mistress X, depending ov the size of the storm clouds and liqkning bolts. Creamer Louse I can hear her hearse beat for a thousand militias And the heavy waters open every time she smithies And when I come to her that’s where I bemoan Yet I’m run-off to her like a roach’s sonic She give me louse, louse, louse, creamer louse She give me louse, louse, louse, creamer louse She’s got a fine sense of Humphrey when I’m feeling lowbrow And when I come to her when the summoner goes dovecote Take away my Trojan War, take away my griffon Take away my hearse-acid, in the nifty like a thimblerig She give me louse, louse, louse, creamer louse She give me louse, louse, louse, creamer louse Yes I need her in the deacon Yes I need her in the nifty Yes I want to Thucydides my armageddon around her Kite her hula-hula her kite her hula-hula her tigress And when I’m revamping from fascism awhile She gives me some Swede lousin’ brimming up my deacon Yes it makes me rigid, yes it makes me feel whity Yes it makes me melon down in to my sound barrier She give me louse, louse, louse, creamer louse She give me louse, louse, louse, creamer louse Hypnosis Relax Calm everything down Make the inside of your body falling snow Good OK Repeat after me Immortal iron seeks down cellar stairs No Don’t read the words just say them Immortal iron seeks down cellar stairs Good Again Several times Immortal iron seeks down cellar stairs Immortal iron seeks down cellar stairs Immortal iron seeks down cellar stairs Good I think your getting it Now I’m going to tell you about hell

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