Month: August 2013
Insightful attention to context
Reflects a toxic download
Weaned on generational neglect.
Countdown to culture bound
Metaphysical slouch and apathy,
One start-up away from a suburb
In which financial analysts fund
The opposition into comfort
And fantastic anniversaries.
Startled into ubiquitous song,
Dead bodies produce respectable,
I’ve Been Sick
Cold hands slap the sweat and bow down.
Technology recovery programs litter
The latter part of the bit century.
It’s a bleeding that fogs the swallow,
The paddleboat full of ghosts
Marking a refracted anniversary
Kept alive in ceremonial songs
Taught to hoodwinked kids
Lining the smoking banks.
Tarred and feathered and bled
To a dram of whiskey at the crucifixion party,
The family tree just burns and burns and burns.
Stuck tunnels exude valorous roaring.
Insurrectionist marching rings in reaction
To irreducible dead-end verdicts.
Draggy despair loops the piling on
In hard smacks and flits from
Awful triumph to outrageous disgrace,
Filling the air with idiocy like a selfie.
Our children’s seepage vibrates and begins.
Hot gel reddens the appendicular
Recording in the souped-up Google
Acting as ad hoc cannery
In a blurting hemorrhage of regret.
A glorious parody we can hang
Our hushed velvety hats on
In a druggy age of decimated fasting
And symbolic gestures twiddling
Around our far-flung and dim diasporas.
All my friends posting great surfeits
Of photos stuck mid-twitch and dead.
Top-down decrees flatten the imagination
Toiling in the dusty bowls
Of forgotten wanton action
Grown bony and slim in gummy talking
Flashed out across the tedious years
Of pyrrhic calculations forever lagging
Behind the dunderheaded steaming appeal,
Feeling the grinding drool
Based in the baser bases of tools
Wound up and down in alcohol-fueled
Paroxysms of applauding surges.
Carved initials floating in space
Ratify the dumbed-down doubt and combust.
Stigmatized scraps hoot and fool
The cool sidebar of celebrity opinion
And log the loss into the seemingly acceptable,
Tanks of razors trundled through a night
That’s causing cancer in the community
Of upstream department store soirees.
Open season begs obvious advantage
And purges the nipping urges
In the worst possible ways made okay
Via rowdy apologies smoothed and arranged.
Kamikaze appropriation laces the wild
Highways and uneven distribution engaged
In constant and dainty escape
Converging in synchronized baloney.
Bastardized butchery sings the hymn
And flogs the appalled absence.
Poetic Statement: I’m against flummery and mannerly poems of introspective melancholy. I’m for noise and direct engagement with the world.
to a sign
meant to wait
sing upon sight
four sore Sage eyes
on the thrown
out no anchor
horse heroine float
vigil & voice
accord or carry
water in words
worlds wade wander
full flung futures
cling sing be to
in pixels past
passion our war
drobes and drones
when nows are night’s next
a collide a scope
against dawn low
hanging free (but) farther
at finger fruit tips
for remixing a rerun
weigh word models
set us in morning
not herd nor here
to account for
costs of accosting
a tomb’s marrow
is our morrow mastered
or mask arcade
costume & cast kit
time has come
back but boneless
truism lick spit
a street sweet girl mi-
nus a nosegay
pale glow who
knew why you ?
yolked blow & spray
2 86 words
4 “nervous” down ?
sin daisy knows
bounce bow to de
sign of a posy
spice spit a lap
dog art decorum
or rum or meat
gutter or stage
an ornament of the worm
fever felt drama-
mine won’t decay
Poetry that interests me and what I try to adhere to in my work is a poetry that eschews and challenges normative and easy syntax and grammar and shoots for a radical enjambment of loaded ideas through puns and sounds forcing and patterns of (dis)connections. (No prose poetry is a steadfast rule for me.)
I currently live in Toronto where I work for a small non-profit publisher and create analog collages when I’m not walking my dogs. (You can find my artwork here: http://heavenforahelmet.tumblr.com/ ) My poetry has been published in DitchPoetry.com, Guerilla Pamphlets, and Take It To The Streets Poetry.
we’ve proved stir.
itching up. No ring
when Empty came
bored worn. Bare hearts.
Girl with the Padlock
Girl with the padlock on her cellular
Sighs between exhales and consonants
Plight barrels through who knows
What she whorls through Alexander Hamilton
Two hours from now we’ll be fire
Slurred hocks slobbering corrosive
I hide inside salmon berry bush
Blunderings like power lines
We lay under the splayed light plastic
Dreary sentences on Fourteenth Street
The Arms Morpheus
Morning watched a glass shatter
Ice in the basement made a turtle
She dove into her sheets she
Saw reflected a mother’s face
Men tramped snow in and out
Shushing everyone was blue
And rich chicks pulled
Up black socks
At the dog track
Soldiers blathered things
About oil and containers
You shouldn’t drink from
Like robots dismantle themselves
To see all their thoughts
Boona Daroom is 29. His poetry has appeared in SOFTBLOW, LIT and
other places. He lives in Brooklyn.
You can walk along side it
on a front of a wall cloud
moving through a town
you can move up to it on a
short sighted path longer
then imagined and colder someone
somewhere answered then
and went back
a forest is a lobby
a tree a sandwich
a border a forest
every thought a town a possibility of
something someone or somewhere where
pneumonia takes you or venom cures
you or a peninsula of any waiting at all
this is a deserted border
this is also a secure border and
you must move this is just so and
no one knows
why really no matter what they say
and well advanced 20 feet to know so
or not know so
now everyone said and everyone
voted coming to an end like this
sill feels so new
this is a reparation
and a variation and yet a
George J. Farrah received an MFA from Bard College, NY.
Book forthcoming from Ravenna Press, The Low Pouring Stars
His work has appeared in The Washington Review, Open 24 Hrs., Ribot,
BUGHOUSE, Fourteen Hills, Disturbed Guillotine, Tight, Aileron, Fish Drum, The Columbia Poetry Review; Caldron And Net, Moria , CROWD, Xstream, MORIA, Ampersand, Elimae, Blaze VOX, BHOuse vol.2, Blue and Yellow Dog,
Experiential-Experimental Literature, Los Magazine, Anemone Sidecar, truck,
Counter Example, Altered Scale and others.