Friday Poetry Blogging: Mixed Feelings Edition
I like Mike Doughty, and have for years. I vaguely knew that M. was a poet but had never really read anything by him - his lyrics are a huge part of what made Soul Coughing one of the best bands of the 90s.
Well, I’ve read a couple poems now, and I’m not sure. What do you think?
The Incredible Magnetic Man
Onward to Victory, mule,
with a subatomic glimmer of rage
humming a hot inch below the cheekbonesmoving down Water Street like an ox
hound in fleshy lumber, muscles and lumps
pouched up and numb like insect bitesInside the contours of veins blown up
by mosquitos into tidek balloons,
a single radiowave transmits itself
into loose bits of metal scattered around;
Keys. Beltbuckles. Scissors. Headphones.Streetlights sizzle like bees being taken to slaughter.
On Water Street, two legs
are the chick of drills
spearing into the blacktopin the light further down
what you can only hope will be
some Imperial China is actually
the orange noise
at the ends of cigarettes
glowing at your approach
and
I’ll Be Your Baby Doll, I’ll Be Your Seven Day Fool -
Tonight the train is a curveball
sloping towards portions of
Darkest Brooklyn; some house unlit,
like a blank face, where I assume
you sit unsatisfied in a cubical room.
Update:
In Honor of Jeff Goldstein - by the Liberal Avenger
Manshakemanshakemanshakemanshake.
Manshakemanshakemanshakemanshakemanshakemanshakemanshakemanshakemanshakemanshakemanshake.
Manshake.
Comment by LA — March 25, 2006 @ 4:40 am
Failed academic
Comment by bob — March 25, 2006 @ 9:29 pm