Collection of Versoix Poems, 2017

This is Just to Say by William Carlos Williams

I have eaten

the plums

that were in

the icebox

and which

you were probably

saving

for breakfast

Forgive me

they were delicious

so sweet

and so cold

This isn't just to say by James Lang James

I have eaten 

The KFC 

That was

in the fridge

I know

You

Were probably saving it for

Breakfast

Beg your pardon 

They was yummy

Creamy Ranch

So Ranchy

Collection of Versoix poems, 2017

The Red Wheelbarrow

William Carlos Williams, 1883 - 1963

so much depends

upon

a red wheel

barrow

glazed with rain

water

beside the white

chickens.

The White Bus Stop

James Lang James 1901-

So much is on

Come on

A white bus stop

Sprinkled  in  dieseled chicken

Grease

In front of

 the closed Migros

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Opening Words for Poetry reading Jan. 17, 2017

Welcome everyone, the winds are blowing tonight with near gale forces; an elephanteer has recounted seeing a fellow poet being wisked in the air by his ears and blown to the other side of the lake! 

But for those of you here tonight, many are desirous to berate, to tell

your loved ones, your mignions, that despite trying to do well they might as well sit full lotus on a tatami and stare at the wall.

2017 is a special year, it is a year that exudes in confidence : we are invited to be full of ourselves and express ourselves in succinct tweets such as : « Honey, Hashtag So ugly in front of mirror this morning. Divorce not happening ! »

2017 is the year for Radiant Elephants to Berate again !

And these past few days have provided us with lots of exciting news!

·      There was medical confirmation how cleaning elephant ears with Q-tips is not only a sensless waste of time but ineffective. Just letting the wax fall out turns out to be the healthiest option.

·      A Trump construction company that has started operations to clean the swamp in Washington, has found  20 years worth of gas that otherwise would have polluted the atmosphere.

·      William Sessions in his confirmation hearing said that he would not hesitate to use unchained prisoners to train attack dogs to guard the US Mexico border hence breaking with his earlier positon of using chain gangs and attaching prisoners to posts.

·      Despite Brexit and the heat of Teresa Mae's hard words England is expecting a surge of toursim this year mainly for its Imbolc Fire Festival in Huddersfield, a Celtic festival that involves burning symbols as well as the Blessing of the Throats in ST Ethelreda, London where two candles are tied together, lit, and touched on the necks of people suffering from sore throats.

·      Macedonia’s economy is said to be booming this year mainly since the appellation « Macedonian salad » became protected. « We just followed the example of Champagne » Aristomace Dzovnimir, a spokesperson for the Macedonian Chamber of commerce said. « Only Macedonian salad can be made in Macedonia, and any country that tries to label our heritage will have to pay a penalty.»

·      Filippino boxer Manny Pacquiaois is being brought back by NIKE after last year he was let go for saying that « gay people are worse than animals. »

« We clearly over-reacted » CEO Peter Parker stated. We misjudged the politcal climate of the country and our market. We have decided to make Manny Pacquiaois one of NIKE’s most valuable faces of our company and he will be compensated at the same level as Cristiano Ronaldo and Kobe Bryant. Rumors have it that Ryan-Lochte, the Olympic swimmer implicated in a nasty scandal of being held up in Rio, will also be reinstated on Wheaties cereal and Horizon Legacy dog food, food that will make your dog a better swimmer.    

                                                                                                                                                   


The closing of Ringling Brothers Barnum and Bailey Circus has come as a shock to many but fortunately Donald Trump has come to the rescue and offered a permanent residence in the west wing of the White House where formally the press corps used to work from.  "Barnum closing # won't happen!"

So thank you for coming and may we get on with some stories and poems to kick of this enticing year !

My moustache has been hacked

I thought I was safe

Protected by my moustache

A pure, rational hair growth with a distaste for authority

My moustache had ethics

It collaborated with my nose and mouth

It flaunted growth cells like an automaton

looking for a lost hypercube of 8 dimensions

Chorus: "How ungracious to be hacked by the sword,
Thy claims are fallaciously audaciously unexplored!"

Some said my moustache was cryptic

Hiding the ultimate design of a pattern or tapestry

But I took those comments as random outbursts

Of an order that was seeking a behaviour that wasn't there

Chorus: "How ungracious to be hacked by the sword,
Thy claims are fallaciously audaciously unexplored!"

My mom called my moustache a modern mathematical forest

That was running in all directions.

"Shave it or brave it" she said.

I had to brave it knowing that there was no

Imbroglio behind,

The 'stash was pure, without breaks in any sequence

As regular as bowtie pasta that follows the rule of life and

Knows to replicate itself under Rule 90. (Wolfram 2002, pp 269-270 and 667 -701)

Still it got hacked.


Chorus: "How ungracious to be hacked by the sword,
Thy claims are fallaciously audaciously unexplored!"


I don't know if it was the KGB or a group of Spelunkers

(a group exploring unauthorised areas and building)

Or even a third party with no links whatsoever!

I no longer exercise control over it

There is no rationale that I can offer for those of you seeking

Rations, comfort, or just a "decent" dose of RDA of riboflavin and calcium.

A hard hashtag is gonna scrawl*

*This poem is inspired by Bob Dylan's "A hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall"

Oh where have you been my jaded-eyed son?
And where have you been, my Wall Street treasure in a bun?

I've tripped in the swamp over 12 slimy frogs
I've walked and parkoured over 6 torn up newspapers
I've stepped in the middle of 7 Twinkie factories
I've been out in front of a dozen dead hot spot access points
I've been 10,000 terabytes in a memory hole
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard
And it's a hard hashtag that's gonna scrawl

Oh where have you been my jaded-eyed son?
And where have you been, my Wall Street treasure in a bun?

I saw a newborn embryo with cells all around it
I saw a Trump highway with nobody on it
I saw Megan Kelly with blood drippin all over
I saw a room full of trans boycotting Corn Flakes
I saw a white ladder covered with Mexicans
I saw 10,000 tweeters whose tweets were all choking
I saw M'15s and suicide jackets worn by young children

And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard
And it's a hard hashtag that's gonna scrawl

Oh where have you been my jaded-eyed son?
And where have you been, my Wall Street treasure in a bun?

I heard the sound of of kids playing Angry Birds
Heard the roar of Black Friday shoppers that flooded a K-Mart
Heard 100 swipers swiping on Ipads
Heard 10,000 commuters coughing and choking
Heard one cheeky child in a condo for adults and old people smirking
Heard the song of a rapper who dyed his hair blond
Heard the sound an elephant who had no circus

And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard
And it's a hard hashtag that's gonna scrawl

Oh where have you been my jaded-eyed son?
And where have you been, my sweet Wall Street treasure in a bun?

I met a young refugee near an invisible border
I met a black man who walked a white dog
I met a young woman whose tattoos  was chillin’
I met a young girl who gave me a bodiless piggy bank
I met a frustrated young man with 10,000 girlfriends
I met another man who was hammering hammers

And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard
And it's a hard hashtag that's gonna scrawl 

Oh where have you been my jaded-eyed son?
And where have you been, my sweet Wall Street treasure in a bun?

I’m a-goin’ back out before the tweets start coming
I’ll walk to the depths of the most salacious lies
Where the people and the few have their hands ringing of gold
Where fake news is swimming like salmon up rivers
Where the righteous and mighty dance around prisons
Where the executioners face is all over Instagram
Where hunger is an obese notion, where intestines are exalted
Where black lives matter if the matter has money
And I’ll tell it and speak it and feel it and tweet it
And boast it from my tower so all can reflect it
Then I’ll stand on my skateboa watching the world without moving
And I’ll lipsinc my song before I forget it

And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard
And it's a hard hashtag that's gonna scrawl 

Alt Right

If you're an alt right cuckservative, cornservador,

Burning up more twitter fans than 

An atom blast in Fukoshima

Then you may be a shadowy dissident

Breaking conservative walls

built or unbuilt upon 

A quagmire of a swamp

A deep echo bounces like a flat rock over the water resounding,

WE NEED TO BE HAVING THIS CONVERSATION

Hoping to give society the mediocrity 

That stands of non-conservative

And smells of

Non-aligned

A fingerless keyboard punches:

"Pragmatic neo-liberals

without a care for religion

Or Yiddish bagels..."

WE NEED TO BE HAVING THIS CONVERSATION

It is time to promote the edges of the internet

4 Chan 8 Chan

Upstream neo-apologetic 

Accusatory misinformation generation

A media where culture is halting 

Stumbling elephants approving of nationalists

That today are coalescing 

And moving into the public spotlight

Chanting unchecked the Homeland is 

Now a beacon, a fireball an incendiary device

Beckoning broken masses to turn and veer and rattle

Where no snake hath slithered

A bodiless bear servers as my son's piggy bank

Where has the body gone, where are the gold chips?

Why are people boycotting fruitloops?

Kellogs is accused of dividing the country

Muslims and Christians won't eat Corn Flakes

My son walks out of a swamp in the moonlight

The croaking of a bullfrog flushes out the sound of his approaching steps

It is a dream

I wake up wishing

Wishing I knew what to give him for Christmas

Wishing I I knew what to give anyone for Tomorrow.

WE NEED TO BE HAVING THIS CONVERSATION