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lower case revolution?

Posted in Poemage on January 23, 2008 by Mike Rosales

vocation
we are the acoustic petite
sounding out the small things
while others bring home
a working day’s wage.

tv drama

sad, moving television
your grandiosity is known
to be a hum of red green blue.

headline
death comes quick!
it says so here
in the guardian.

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occupied post

Posted in Poemage on January 12, 2008 by Mike Rosales

i have been coloring my lies with particular care recently.
i have been fully aware of the lines, and kept within them,
moving the pen in only two directions,
neatly overlapped parallels at a degree.

this is how i got this job.

jazz mess

Posted in Poemage on January 2, 2008 by Mike Rosales

drinking bottles of
wine under a pagoda
last night and now i

turn in shower
and seek window
outlet, raising head

towards ache,
away from ache
without escape

my head
is larger on
the inside than

on the outside
it looks tiny
from a distance

i think my eyes
might fall out.

friend expenditure

Posted in Poemage on December 24, 2007 by Mike Rosales

paid out our furious evening duplicating ourselves
across town pulling transport and we, fleeting, making it
through doors and around tables donating the good words
and laughing just as loud as the rest,
they were quick to forget that we had arrived,
because we were just there.

the poetics of conversation held stunned in eager mouths,
while revolutions appear on stage, ever altering musicians
aligning upon a axis of longevity and tribute
raising glasses and tempos in the name
of the anniversary of a naming ceremony,
we two had something to celebrate that night
because we were just there.

angel house

Posted in Poemage on December 12, 2007 by Mike Rosales

attending
administration
day hungry is hell
on the twenty sixth floor

we’re eight in nine
lady says getting
there isn’t easy
careful not to
touch her as
she hands me
the paper sheaves
of block capitals
here’s a biscuit
don’t eat it

your address
your name
five times
just there
no there
yes five times
no i don’t
i’m not sure
five times
and here please
that’s right
nearly finished
just this one
then you are free
free to go
do as you please
no you can’t

take it out please.

today’s headlines

Posted in Poemage on November 22, 2007 by Mike Rosales

BONG

supermarket worker falls in puddle
pulling trolley of stock onto her, and
breaking her leg.
ambulance arrives, paramedic laughs.
song in background is bill withers’ lovely day.

BONG

discussions continue as to
best way to wrap presents.

BONG

cigarettes cheapest in wet markets.

BONG

chip butty not worth it if bread not buttered, says old man.

BONG

i lied to the bus driver.

BONG

that man keeps staring at me.
him, that one by the window.

BONG

more later.

broken caps

Posted in Poemage on November 6, 2007 by Mike Rosales

STILL you find me writing POEMS
to and for and about you
under a FIRMAMENT
of GIVING UP and a SOLITUDE
of LEARNING and LOVING
(in that order)

you scarcely MOVE these days
ALONE on that side of the STREET
and although we share RECIPES and FRIENDS
the day when we can
SPEAK without THINKING
remains somewhere, circled in red
upon a LOST CALENDAR.