WELL
Time for an O Sweet Flowery Apology on this, April 20, 2009.
While you are all undoubtedly puffing your [legal tobacco] pipes and are therefore in a good (and hungry [un-chemically stimulated]) mood. Your humble Editor-in-Chief is moving to Iowa City! Yeah, that has derailed my posting for a spell.
NOW
We are back on track AND have a *W*I*N*N*E*R to announce! Stay tuned HONESTLY and please enjoy the poetry of Jane Ormerod while you do...
Jane Ormerod was born on the south coast of England and now lives in New York City. She is the author of the chapbook 11 Films (Modern Metrics, 2008) and her work also appears in numerous print and online publications including 21 Stars Review, Arsenic Lobster, BigCityLit, eratio postmodern poetry, failbetter, Ginosko, Night Train, Whatever Literary Journal and the spoken word CD Nashville Invades Manhattan. She is host of the occasional reading/performance series Emotional Rescue at The Cornelia Street Cafe and is a founding editor at Uphook Press. Her website is www.janeormerod.com
A Nightingale Invades
The lid falls off replaces
The lid falls off replaces
Beauty as cure for society’s ills
Child dream murderers fly-driving sailors
(Clap)
Beating out a carpet heart on pumice steps
Horses heavier than anyday fear
Hurdlers replacing heraldists cab rides abundancy
Her ribcage filled with nettles
Lip dash and slash
A change of hair inside her leather yellow bag
Skip
Skip
Neigh
(Clap)
Seams below seams between seams below seams
Picric papers Stockings
Yet another wedding ring passed round the room like port
Lanterloos oh oh and double christs with sakes
Skip
Don’t sing
Splutter Hide
Savers Coasters Shoe lacers
Mongers coster and scare
The cheapest skates
Wives with hives and junket days away
Painting with marsh mist and a marigold
Painting with flute and three weapons
Waiter!
Water
Suckers
(With bait in her breath)
Are you interested in Pre-Colombian art?
Do you care about sticks? Do you lie about buffalo?
Stretch of elastic linking tooth and hand
Rolling beads of sweat and glass
A coral sunset choral sunrise whore tales grape hyacinths
Our daily bread delivered by a nude
The lid falls off replaces
Painting with baby in plastic
Painting with sun patches and ghost
MAN’S HEAD FOUND IN GIANT COD
The lid falls off replaces
The lid falls off replaces
Her mother spread on crimson icing
A pecan coat faraway lockers neutron spillage
The rich and the gullible and the bed and the kitchen
And the heels and heels and the healing of his hands
The lid falls off replaces
Her adult space in flames
Like a hedgehog Some warm milk or raw sugar
May be all she now needs
The lid a while replaces
The lid a while replaces
Everything dearie round here dearie
Feels just too good dearie dearie
To be true
Go Figure
Light mote variations, mounted warriors
A tetragon, birthday greetings from ‘72
Experimental geese, better later than usual crops
A red barn uncle-inherited but never seen
Homicide
Long gone fish markets
The very last man smoking … puff puff puff
Why are things so heavy?
The doctors and psychiatrists drinking in the hotel bar
Bladdered, they were
Pissed out their heads, they were
Voices slurring like prescription notes
Stripping to their underpants
One banana, two banana, dirty, dirty, dirty
Remember, remember, the fifth of November
Meanwhile, watch me
The almost adolescent
Right outside their building
Swift-flitting between telephone wires and scaffold poles
Humming and ho-humming on the perfect diameter
To fit inside my own … toot-toot … small feet
Nashville Invades Manhattan
Tigers are cardboard cut-outs shaped like men
Tigers are cardboard cut-outs shaped like men
Tigers are cardboard cut-outs shaped like men
Everything tiny as leather
Mild as In-ger-land woah woah woah
Considerable as thought (risible!)
My schedule tight as the neighbour’s dress
Swiss Holiday Inn (wool temptation!)
A hamburger (I think) tigers
I push sticks and stones fifteen hours a day cardboard
Tigers are cardboard cut-outs
My mother floats like a pilot
An eyebrow
Pretty pitt the older pretty pitt the younger
Rows of conifers along an empty race course
Such a fun age, my mother snapped sing sing sing
Yet I would have very much liked
To have been as chatty as Gertrude snippity-snip Stein
Or maybe the goalkeeper I watched on the television news
Serious as a handle bicycle moustache down the hill
Curds wah-hey!
And now kissing occupies me as much as war
And my small tail has grown a little stronger in the city
English mustard is hotter than French German not so sure
I remember trains pencilling through countryside …
This is my brain, this is my brain, this is my brain
Diddley durr, diddley durr, diddley durr
Not the same, not the same
… Hay bale clouds kestrels lifting from overgrown allotments
Superstore car parks punctuation ribs ribbing ribbons
Sleep sheep waiting to be seated or stroked sniffled sniped
Badgers of honour otters de fe decaffeination
Tigers are cardboard cut-outs shaped like men
Tigers are cardboard cut-outs shaped like men
Tigers are cardboard cut-outs shaped like men
(One more thing I realize…
Having a child
Prevents you
From ever
Cutting your wrists)
