of punk and poetry

6 Jan

it drives both.
the one-and-a-half minute tune:
no intro, no solo, no outro.
it’s as if you’ve walked into the middle
of a screaming conversation,
or a monologue belted out at the top of the lungs.
“God Save The Queen.”
it’s why i cannot read the “classic” poetry
about love and valor and virtue;
i cannot connect with that time.
it’s not my time.
and so i go to Bukowski, Jeffers, Rollins…
my punk songs sketched out on paper.

the three-line haiku:
5, 7, and 5 units
plus the kigo (indicating season)
the kirej (the cutting word).
“The Deep Breath Rule.”
take one deep breath
and read outloud.
(take one deep breath and listen to Black Flag)
in my warped universe
Jello Biafra is having drinks
with a haijin master
and cutting slices of cooked pork loin
while dissecting the privilege of emperors
and the injustices of royalty.
(and this one barely made a minute)


2 Responses to “of punk and poetry”

  1. Geoff 07/01/2009 at 1:01 AM #

    But it did make a minute, and urgency, as you write, “it drives both.” In this case, the writing of it, and the reading of it.

  2. (S)wine 07/01/2009 at 1:19 AM #

    I guess it did. I’m a fast reader.

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