K. Silem Mohammad

  

Dutch Sound

under my driver's seat of Dutch sound
one very old man, quite crooked
a professional diplomat, he has given me
a hard non-linguistic physical severed head
dark, glowering, shaved bald
and the wondrous taste of the cookie already in his mouth
years from now after having mastered some combination
he's looking to be a "married man and fight crime"
but Partner, his next destination is rather a trouble to me
because embryos must be burned down and must decide
and the Elizabethans who exactly don't-pay-attention-to
the best ex-wife a man could ever have
heard someone say
"throw me something mister"
back in nature every poetic function drew me into your labyrinth
ladies get busy and move on
come out of charity
come dance with me
in
Ireland
 
1975

it takes a nation of mandrills to learn how to freeze heads
potential outgassing of the adhesives
at a subsequent fill by the baffle having ice on it
for stuff that is on the new map
he'd start it off I think to shoot the explosion hole
he had been doing his own homework on advanced snowplow development
his long ears went up at sight of his master and he whistled
and entered five species groups noiselessly
to cream large proportions where the top secret committee
took photographs of a nostalgia window
Arkansas florists are not standing on a metal baking sheet
under a bed on a shelf etc. and they do not slide around
people at other hospitals ask if wood screws
may be used for solid wood doors
what I find fascinating is that it answers the question
"how would we react if spider-people started popping up"
at home in front of the television
no more consumer flick your Bic
they flew very far through the windows or the roof
because sirens were sticking knives in some corporate entity
sounds like simplistic conservative politics
sounds there is some kind of real big glamour photography
sounds like you hate everything divorced Christian singles sit on fat to decide
and so on
 
Untrue Loads

I got location
get it
had to hit it non-stop
never spouting these untrue loads
didn't Pat Benatar decide to stop eating bread
she doesn't ask herself
ah special delivery er specialist
her routine dictated the library no damn
she knew how far to go without a hound
the great old man in the shoulder
lunges for immorality playing the clock
maybe we need to stop holding a photo
of a dude on the phone up to dinner plates
perhaps the rather enthusiastic cats
are unable to look for another heart
since they had to wake up a hulk
in the next room while firing wildly
seeing right past the fading
not-chocolate-friendly idea
wide blanking social theory bleed the sky
United State reveille pocketing
macho power tools dichotomy factory
emperor control everybody
night-vision apologist
minus unknown red lines
 

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