<b>D' Steel(e)</b> <em>Society of Poetics</em>

D' Steel(e) Society of Poetics

A Society of Progressive Poets founded in Washington DC

Friday, May 23, 2008

among travelers

Pounding the pavement; Leg after shifting leg;
A morman cyborg; eyeglasses of jealousy.

Dead birds and cats lay on the side of the road,
And the sweet smell of honeysuckle, drifts in the air.

Resolve never to discuss the weather regardless of rain
That soaks all the way through to the most private inner layers

Foreigners and racial slurs go together; no one is indigenous anymore
And there’s constant sighing.

The fierce and imperceptible coyote, is drifting around the park;
And hiding among the surplus.

Mellon fungus, dryad saddle, grows wide and round from the tree,
And the morels come up from the ground; their delicious triangle brains hardening.

Globally this week, there was a tsunami, a cyclone, an earthquake and unknown melts.
Personally this week, there was a tsunami, a cyclone, an earthquake and untold melts.

The paper has yellowed and the stain is from 1934,
The collar on the shirt is forever dirtied.

I’ve heard they steal bikes there, at the bottom of the world,
July and August are their coldest winter months.

Tuesday, May 06, 2008

The Audacity of Poetry

Open to the Public!

"Poe-tics Off the Page"
Presents

"The Audacity of Poetry"

Wednesday, May 14

6-8 pm, performance at 7 pm

Meatmarket Gallery

Video/Sound/Smell/Touch/Taste/6th

Etc.

recipe for: destruction


three angels named
liberty, truth & freedom

Friday, March 28, 2008

Saved Subjects

We made progress: Hot clay tonight
Lindsey sucking vids: Jack Kent Cooke
Spring is finally here: Two on One

Gorgeous breasts & lips: Energy trading platforms
Unique gifts: Mount Vernon job openings
Jump on her twin peaks: Your new casino paradise

Life is short: Give her your everything
You’ve been granted access: Don’t need no help
Bang hard: Discount coupon on perfume

A couple of opportunities: Here’s one of the big ones
Need a gift idea: The color of trash
Tail galore at SM beach: Bracket managers

Your mailbox is almost full: Calling all galleries
Take control in bed: Two for one
You’ll never believe: Out of office reply

Artists for Jessica Alba: Power meets price
Participate in soccer orgies: Requesting Oxycontin volunteers
Wreckfest: My friend is coming to town

Digital prices: One day to score
Media specialists: Bikini spread solutions
Medication refill specialists: Ready to download

Clean energy open house: Summer sale to London
Letter of recommendation: The singing revolution
Just you & your rubber duckie: Don’t miss the savings

Our team of scientists: Topless photospread
At their liberal best: Tailored to your preference
This just in: A lunchbag presentation on going feral

Strategic planning meeting: Car rental offers
Impromptu cocktails: A lecture on Saudi Arabia
Hot memory deals: Christina Aguilera moaning

Perfectly crafted exclusive previews: The Embassy of Poland
Photography changes everything: No more independence
Minimalist concrete poetry: Spread the word

Reading in thirteen days: Presenting Snow Lovers
Thank you for your enquiry: Seduction of the Stone
Regalia nominations: Heather’s cupcakes

Sunday, March 09, 2008

If it doesn’t fit the baby’s head could just pop right off

Smoosh it, make it fit,
adjust the straps
use this tool
not like that
Do I have to do this every time?

When they fall their helmets go rolling down the street
This isn’t good
It’s just not right
The lavatory key is broken in the knob

What size is it?
It’s just not right,
It doesn’t fit,
I need air
I need air now !
The pump you sold me is broken.

Is there really a difference?

Tuesday, February 26, 2008

audio self-portrait


Hey
(teeth)
this is a
(mustache)
Self Portrait
Self Portrait
Self Portrait
Self Portrait
Self Portrait
Weird.

Sunday, February 24, 2008

a misplaced blog comment


Andy Grundberg
his words grow on trees
his classes are full
he’s in the hall
behind the door
at the top of the steps
he stands there
at New York Ave NW
he is pleasant
he is driving
he is stopped
for a motorcade
giving a lecture
getting a coffee
wearing a rain coat
sunglasses
he is not in
his office
he has leaf
left gone
his words grow on trees

Friday, February 22, 2008

Old Fort Western

Old Fort Western

Built upon a gypsy catacomb.
Gathering place of Illuminati individuals.
Manufacturer of illegitimate afghan rugs.
Pumping out clouds of radiation.
Walls packed with Nazi riches.
Provider of gray market exotic pets.

Old Fort Western

Your visage crumbles under the wails
of Benedict Arnold's specter.