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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