Magnetic Poetry™

(Or, The Over-Punctuated and the Under-Punctuated, a Story of No Rhythm)

I.

Sit
&
Worship
Sausageous
Meats
With those who
Chant to
Eggs and feets.

-- Kari and Leah
II.

May I be like the
Barely lusting shadow over
Manipulated rocky blue forest
In a whispered momentness.

Waxéd friends outlie me
Wanting white love or black iron
We let repulsive dreams incubate
Like a thousand watery moons.

Goddess of essential fluff
Recalls elaborate gifts
Like the smell of rain language
& luscious summer symphonies.

-- Kari, Leah and Benji
III.

I lick the sordid honey of death
tongue as delirious as stormy winter
stare at flood of sweat
on arm weak with knife
ugly shadow beneath raw purple skin
frantic blood pounds sprays
heaves like spring
crying of life.

-- Kari
IV.

Languid some peach did
Beat the enormous sky
Leave-ing sweet suit fall
At sizeless rusting shines.

-- Kate
V.

belly never did remember
vast color kissingly
clean why cold hot pools
open (not me laughing)
lingers presently.

-- Kate
VI.

deep bone could tree
but two ask perhaps
man animal will be
coffee centers fish & he.

-- Kate
VII.

(Remember:
belly never did kiss
vast clean color)

-- Kari
VIII.

Yesterday morning
The dream was fresh
  and haunting
Like a sacred poison

Its gorgeous perfume
Is remembered only
In ghostly sleep

-- Kari
IX.

Good
Night green
Moon music
The sun is up to tell
  Its magic dream
  Of the red sky

-- Kari
X.

ASK A PIG FOR ME
Do they see smoke
         through
         diamonds?

-- Kari, Kate
XI.

Love is
A fool's itch.

--Kari
XII.

Go see a
       big
       turtle
       friend
              in
              spring
       and
castle happyly
       on funny
       flower days.

-- Kate
XIII.

Dance for an eternity --
Celebrate velvet rhythms
Above the heady sea...
For but a liquid moment.

-- Kate, Kari
XIV. "Brotherly Must"

& broken voices sing
of some life-like universe
to the ghost of almost-passed

but do you ever wonder
how to breathe
       ...and bellow?

-- Kate
XV.

Wet lingering explorations
As angel cake rots
-  who surrounds me now?

(easy for you & your
wildly steeling secrets)

I could not say, you see.
Presently the sacrifice is too moist
and I blush for you
       & me.

-- Kate
XVI.

Sisterize
O heart
For no daughter
Desires dark windows in eternity

Bleed currents
Perhaps oceans
Only
Speak
Dance
Growl
Embrace if you wish

Morning pierces the eye
Though it is no poison
To that softhard self
Born long ago

-- Kari
XVII.

Celebrate corduroy yesterdays in stream
Why ask to listen there?
Bring her home & sail with me!

-- Kate
XVIII.

Stop!
Son of an old fool
We're only voiceing the salt

-- Kate
XIX. (with help from Absolut™
MagPo x-mas ad)

Tread heavenly -- uplift sheets
Nosed -- you're a'leaping!
Absolut wonderland.

Twice expectant navels
       Shaken, not stirred

Clean us
Fight us
Empower us giddy

Easy inside plans.

-- Kate
XX.

Have a
glass
of
slowly
kind
vodka
pour all
through open lips

Your angels gone
       for the wise bottle
       in the cold
       black silent night.

-- Kari
XXI.

Your
Brown
Toast
Had crystalline prestige

But really wanted stockings.

-- Kate, Kari
XXII.

I fear
Chestnut orbs
And happy cookies.

('twas keeping under cubes
of gold things grandmother
gave to me

like beasts simmering with fun
bumping through fields with their
crisp weather mouse

I dashed for the moon

and fell.)

-- Kate
XXIII.

Where chestnuts lubricate happy men
Where night is not for sleeping
                                 with reindeer
Figgy holiday things stirred the red roasting year

Lips take ice laughing

Vodka knows what expectant navel
       had under heavenly piles
       of red glass

Eyes view the giddy moon
       with crisp passion.

-- Kari
XXIV.

Persistence of woman
Eternity of death
Tender spasms in the morning
Tickle the moon until it bleeds
A celestial shiver throbs through eternity
Like the dieing heartbeat
Like the orgasm of the universe.

-- Kari
XXV.

His flower shell will heal
If you shower with sparkly quality.
Should happy mammals desire
Wooing, ask no hard questions.

-- Kate
XXVI.

Hence
Wrest squirming joy
From the austere mandibles
Of the ravenous universe

Eschew ennui

              Life
 
 
 
Poetry
 
 
 
 
                      Capricious
 
 
 

                   Void

-- Kari
XXVII.

Yesterday I had a love affair:
He dazzled, and lied.
I was chaste, and jealous.
We had easy, gorgeous chemistry --
  tickled, cuddled, cherished, bled,
  snuggled, lingered, drained, fettered.
Lust, love, pleasure and kisses...
I was blind.

He asked me: gently.
Protect me, laugh-- but tranquilly.
Emotions are tacit, secret things.
But I sacrificed trust, I bellowed --
Joyless sex, subterfuge, brusque pain.
You're crushing me.
He beat me harder.

Cold, simmering, broken boy.
(The man never was.)

-- Kate
XXVIII.

Giddy warm holiday
Of cups and expectations.
Myself, I had nog & fear.

Many moons slowly shimmering,
Where weather permits.

Under the chimney imbued
       with wishing,
I raised my mug and drank.

-- Kate
XXIX.

A clean schism this time.
But I think I miss him.

First date: we ate sweets.
It was chaste --
One small kiss,
And I blushed through my ennui.

Second date: we dined here.
Tawdry; a mistake --
Nervous sex and wine.
How prescient of me.

A bliss-less crush,
Too fast, fettered, still lost & crying...
Persistent pain languishes.

But in trembling pursuit
We began to heal, to snuggle,
Gentle giggles and soft cozy cuddles

Further on, to joy & fate,
Didn't seem to work, he said.
I know not why or if or how.

But I know I asked for that last hug.

-- Kate
XXX.

Delicious gorgely coast
Canoe the summer road
Clean mountain as sure as mud and rain
Climb into my favorite cup
    of pretty beach berrys

Wet ducks ask silly questions
And solitude is mine

Where is this heavenly island?

-- Kate
XXXI.

Tired after a jazz symphony
It's Greewich or sleep
Then morning --
Enormous elaborate headache percolates
And I wake wanting intravenous caffeine.

-- Leah and Kate
XXXII.

Frothy actor screaming
Bitter Swiss operas
& still he eats so much.

-- Kate
XXXIII.

Leave Biscotti at Rockefeller
Got to Queens get decaf.

-- Kate
XXIV.

Many crave chocolate
Each addicted to love. -- Leah

© 1996-00 Katherine M. Pickering, Kari L. Bauer, Leah A. Kaplan, Karl B. Ruff