Saturday, August 26, 2017

Poet's Korner

The following is the latest from Chris Peebles. You might say it's his much-anticipated return to form since we kalled him out (or, "kalled him in," if you will) this past May on his white-picket-fence nonsense.  It turns out publicly shaming your peers really can change their hearts and minds. House:

"Shit From An Old Notes App"

The order requires you to make an order
                                      to use your material
     it's an order
sort of a derivative affair
            a derivative
                                situation

like the sound
                         airtight
     logic
                   unimpeachable, unassailable
                                                 unbelievable

alienation interactions
                  in built environments

constitutes subject to assumptions predicated

               the iconic crusade
               the cult of science Götterdämmerung
               the psyche is palimpsest
               the cheese stands alone
the creative set excoriates
                                     a container for all experience

so buy it for a song
name your guitar band Pinner Blinn
              or Peterson Dunlap
   
       pattern your persona after Parson Paterson
                   
                    syntax is straight-ahead rock
                                            as needed, ad nauseam
                                            as needed, ad nauseam
              hew to a yen for a yeoman's service
              find the misery sweet spot
                      or be re-
                                       accommodated

a banner year for the breezeway
    to trot out the culinary glitter
the muffin medium rare
          my cross to bury
the pool house REM or humble table corn

                    the cabal cajoles
                    this baby kills fascists
                                enrobed, enraptured
                                enrobed, enraptured
                                         the war chest dislodged

Things can be easier now!

                                    but I don't think
          anything's so
                                 simple...

You sounded just like me.
I closed my eyes and thought I was in the room.
       
--Chris Peebles

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