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The Empress of Frozen Custard & Ninety-Nine Other Poems by Jorge Guitart Book Preview
The Empress of Frozen Custard & Ninety-Nine Other Poems by Jorge Guitart Book Preview
Jorge Guitart
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The Empress of Frozen Custard & Ninety-Nine Other Poems by Jorge Guitart Copyright 2009 Published by BlazeVOX [books] All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced without the publishers written permission, except for brief quotations in reviews. Printed in the United States of America Book design by Geoffrey Gatza Cover image sculpture by Carrianne Hendrickson; contact the artist at: chlola1974@earthlink.net | http://www.hendricksonsculpture.com (716) 877-6147 First Edition ISBN: 9781935402374 Library of Congress Control Number: 2009904722
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At the Zotel
For Markito and Opa
You are at the zotel with me. We slay each other at the zotel with hands displayed to look like gunsour hands are meant to look like guns. We live with laughter at the zotel and desperadoes are across and the zotel might never close. The desperadoes have a cross! Their chances widen and ours may not. The parapet (the parapet!) at the zotel is like a walk a walk of life and simple talk and no one who is dead can balk. You say (I say) to mock, to mock the rocks at the zotel, the lowly rocks of zero IQ, resembling jocks under the clouds resembling cows (of zero IQ, both clouds and cows) and the zotel does rock! Oh, the zotel! Ah, the zotel! To add, subtract at the zotel. Then go and tell, tell all of nothing gained, of nothing lost, of being zotelic or azotelic just for fun. And now a tango at the zotel: The intention is a muddle (oh!) and the zotel, yes, the zotel is the size that fits all.
Gnomedamerung
Light gathers in the eyes of young gnomes. Its for future use. Urine gathers in defective kidneys of old gnomes. Each local chapter of gnomes opens and closes with a report of gunfire: what the victim said what the gun itself said. Urine is the color of gold. Or is it gold that is the color of urine? After each crisis a gnome becomes an installment for a miniature tree. Ornament prevails, says a spokesgnome.
The Tiger
For Richard Dawkins
Tiger, tiger, going extinct in the forests indistinct what watchmaker was so blind that arranged thy scary kind? And what good is it for me to continue asking thee who did not evolve to speak in the fashion of the meek? But, oh, tiger, going extinct in the forests indistinct what watchmaker was so blind that arranged thy scary kind?
Be Careful
There is broken glass in the bathroom and intact glass in the destructive mirror. There is the help and they are among the helpless. There is the cleared throat that is not functioning. There is the terrible absence of yes from pursed lips, and the terrible presence of no in no admittance. There is the old center of attention that is now the center of inattention. There is a hallmark card for everyone who has not left their mark. There is paper-thin paper and there is the thin perseverance of the fat. There are life-sized mockups and death-sized sarcophaguses. There are severe constraints on boys with toys. There is expertise in making kitsch. There is the snowbird that melts and the blackbird that doesnt say bye-bye back.
Poitrine et Prtre
so chest to breast the nipple pink they do not colorize the priest the priest hardens if there is a niece desire a chance to see two nieces at two breasts apiece left nipple increases if right subject is introduced and so right subject is left nipple by accord breasts heave if the priest does not leave but its vestigial nipples if the priest disrobes if nieces fall breasts fall as days go forward
Orientation Sessions
Dont spend any money on the ungrateful bastards, only on the grateful ones. The ocean, yes, it is a huge lie but also a huge half-truth. I remember the beach near the Town of Bath and how dirty were my thoughts there. In trying to see to the bottom of things I looked at the bottoms of several people.
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The Ineffable
will you allow me to use your ineffable the manager gave him permission to do so my mother wont let me touch your ineffable during the ineffable nobody was allowed to leave shall we be allowed to stay with the ineffable when we come again may I do the ineffable yes you may may I borrow your ineffable yes you may may I lick your ineffable no you may not if I may say so your ineffable needs washing he asked if he might touch her ineffable half an hour earlier the manager answered that he might not dick asked his cousin if he could touch her ineffable the cousin replied he could you cannot play with your ineffable in the park on Sundays but you may do so on weekdays
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Wetware Inside
I remember the pages of the Novel of the Air opening every evening but no one will believe me. They are busy with pockets full of posies. Yet it is rather the brick walls that are so agnostic. If you talk to them, they become more proverbial than ever, inhumanly so. As to life, it continues to be very organic, but give it a chance. Where is the alarm? I mean the one to view musical extravaganzas with that have evolved from drum and bugle operations. You who are too sound to crack a smile or loiter on the horizon, consider Phlebas the Phlebitic and how my cavalcade doesnt have a single horse in it. But, no matter, as the idealists keep on reminding us. On the other hand I have the means to prove that the ends were justified by clicking a hand-held device.
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Machina ex Machina
Predecessors decompose and die and are deported to the past. Oh, close the windows, for the erratic starlings might hint at something profound and inexplicable. All is well. The brain is in its skull. Yet the priestly quality in someone might be recognized and the unlucky ones may not be able to scatter. A kind of longing in these here private parts continues unabated. Our position is firm: we are quivering blobs of jelly. Me, I suspect that cannibals eat missionaries during brief but beautiful religious ceremonies. Victor Virus has knocked down Oliver Organism and all cockroaches of the soul have perished. Yet all cockroaches of the mind may sing and dance La Cucaracha. I regret to tell you about my total lack of discomfort. I would like to thank the evening for being so lovely and so new.
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