Snapshots for 11th July 2007

snap and riff      snap the dif
oof     poof     snap you goof
the magic dragon snap     snap
hoof and hitch     bobby snap back bitch
oooooh     snap who     you johnson
um     snap dum-da-dum-dum
ho hum     snap mcmanus
snap janus     damnit janet snap
anny and candice not raggedy bandy
snap uncanny lingua lap     laggardly
lisp     snap kasp     this er s'forsooth
snap whiffle     woof woofle     duh
douglas snap unless dogged     lippy
not snoopy-hogged     snappy snap not snot
waste not whatnot snap     cluff snap
rough stuff snap     zap zap
take that you snap     roger that
snap

Two tall clocks share
his long dark nights,
ticking off the seconds
like dripping taps;

chiming they
punctuate his
backward-looking
reproachful hours,

an hour per decade,
things done wrong
or left undone,
one or two done right;

next day he can brag
‘another bad night;
heard them at one
and two and three'.

Last week they were
marking time together,
the deep downstairs one
with its three heavy

weights on long chains;
the tenor upstairs lags
less, wound at week's end
at its two keyholes;

this week upstairs is ahead,
the baritone drags,
needs a little push along.
They - we - all lose time.

Everything's
running down.
Near spent, that fund
youth felt so profound

it might as well
be inexhaustible.
For him no key,
nothing to wind

him up again.
Marking time, meantime,
the three of them
in temporary unison.

crac
kle
&
pop

his quiet voice was heard
over a train passing
and a ship gliding into harbour

his quiet voice of
experience and reclamation

we listened
as he echoed
through our caves

'take what you like
and leave the rest'

so she said
'when I had a feeling
I had a drink'

and I laughed
softly
so as not to
offend anybody

yamachi girl said
'no wonder ya larfed.
you're whitefella'

The Huachinango is oft sighted on the Lichtenstein coast
hungry for sentiment
ready for legal embellishments and tromp-l'oeil
it looks like the rest of it's kith-and-kin
boiled in sloven gross and distilled ennui
waiting, small-toothed, fork-tailed
flamed and scarlet o'breath and temperament
two spots and a black pennant
a Spanish flag for convenience
chequered and black-finned, sun-beam
if yah catch my drift and I think yah do
the emperor of the black-banded retort
star of the swift retreat and blubberlip
a pygmy amongst the gracious
big-eyed at the soft boil
yellow-streaked and blue stripped from fo'c'sle to rudder
a hump-back a truck could fall over
and a willingness to swim to Colorado and back
to hand yah a black spot.
Don't say I didn't warn yah.

You say of the snapshot on the market:
Is it like anything?

Eventually engaging everyone
seems at odds with its pristine

instant film and the photobooth
walls adorned at every turn.

A snapshot of a partition one week:
Is it like anything not taken?

A couple of A Bathing Ape staff on one knee.
A random, non-conceived, & hasty familiarity

transforms them with precise technical smoulder.
All somehow make maddening sense.

I think ofttimes of Doctor Seuss
Ah, to read a fine verse as he used
To write: sans "Higher Meaning."
Sans epiphany. Sans poxy preening.
Sans anything like the usual geste.
Which, dear God, won't you put to rest?
He could write of Castles in the Sand
Near Whoville or some other land.
And, though, it's a dead metaphor
Done 10 million times before
From Terra to Tramfalmadore
He could stand upon that Fatal Shore
And not think of the Lost Lenore
And all the rest -- the usual bore
And be, so fine, without pretension
Which is damn hard I thought I'd mention.
No mermaids singing each to each.
No little girl upon that beach
Doing what's been done before
Undone by a dead metaphor.
He'd have a Castle in the Sand
And trampling it at his command
Perhaps a sullen Who or two
Quite indifferent to you.
Of "Higher Meaning" -- not a pinch.
And so, Good Day to You.

The Grinch

after the problem
of spontaneous combustion
of the last anthology
of his love poems
the publisher suggested
imprints on stainless steel
and housed in a heavy
presentation pack
fire proofed box
provided with
thermally insulated gloves
but in the end
he went back to
the good old clay tablets
even if there was rather
a thorny weight issue
in distribution

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