Saturday, May 22, 2010

Surprised by a poem

I woke up this morning from a dream which I remember but dare not repeat in detail.   And lying in bed while my consciousness made the laborious transition to the day, a poem formed...almost in self-defense.  So I guess I need to post it.   Goodness!  Two posts in two days. 

Security Guard at the MOMA

Illustrating the very essence of endurance,
and never leaning in a poorly pressed and wooly blue
of maturity, wisdom, and the awesome authority of

Do Not Touch

         (practicing the Zen of forgetfulness)

                      The Artwork

But yes, I see you over there,
beside of the Pollock, surreptitiously groping.
And I wrestle with cinematic rush,
of putting pedal to metal,
accelerating toward the heart-shaped plush,
waiting for the glowing engine to blow

while throwing brains out the window
like hamburger wrappers flapping in the wind.


  1. Well B&B I guess I could make up some intelligent sounding comment, but frankly I have not idea what this poem means. I know about the thief of the art, and suppose you are talking about how someone got by to steal but that is all I can understand.

  2. Interesting how the phrases seem to flow together. And it makes me wonder about your dream!

  3. That is the sort of poem that must come OUT!

  4. Reading this four hours after writing it, I can certainly understand how it seems senseless. And I'm not sure I can explain it in the light of day either. Sort of the nostalgia of remembering passion which is mostly now past, except also remembering that raw emotions of love also usually throws sense or brains out the window. Hell, I don't know! Who wrote that anyhow!!!

  5. It's a raw, haunting and insightful poem Mark. It stops us in our tracks and makes us think and feel.

    And that's a good thing.

  6. It seems very much like poetry as I get images and feelings upon reading it. I sort of get it, but it does have a dream like quality in its flow. Kudos for being brave enough to post your raw feelings.

  7. I think you have been taken over by aliens Mark.
    Or you were taken over by aliens years ago and they have now returned you!
    Hugs mate
    Peggy xxx

  8. "Hamburger wrappers flapping in the wind." I like that.

    That sounds like a dream William Burroughs might have had.

    More, please.

  9. The great thing about poems is that most of the time it doesn't matter that no one gets it. What matters is the meaning it represents for you. Kudos!

  10. Your poem really make me curious aobut your dream! :-)

  11. That's an interesting response to a dream--very well worthwhile.

  12. I guess I am brain dead. I don't get it. Too much going on with the news. I hate to watch it.


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