Win On Diagonals

Slutty slutty tears in stuck space

            By: Domenic Maltempi 2-26-2008

 
 
q       By chapter 24

                                              A young Roman daydream loses its pallor

                                                Her fingers are prehistory

                                                   Space is important

                                                  Mother always says things are getting cold

                                                Now I believe her

                                                  Bellowing not quavering

                                                            English not English

                                                            Curving sound waves piquant with love

                                                   Voice from 2 blocks away

First my name

                                    Then my brothers

                                                Friends laughed

                                                Everywhere was second base

                                            Except the homerun wires of stuck space

 
q       Here is important for no reason at all

                                                             I to

was one

gaining blood back in my daydreamed cheeks

                    chewed down plumbing mind I cry slutty tears

                                    real slutty tears for you’re terrifying ladder

q       The same day stuck

 
                        That old chestnut peeled by disinterested teeth

               How about a day cycle of moving from western Massachusetts?

                        How about it?

                        Sun pretends to come up

                                 Didn’t get out hankie in time

                               Tie up the bags on rotting roof

                                       It’s spring enough and April is frazzled mid sentence

                                     Wave to the baker or the only one up

                                                Wry or sexy faces

last ones to make

                                                     At the local speed trap society

In there hidden

 Hidden

 place

 
q       This tripe cobbled into paragraphs

How a daydream forfeits

even when all the seats are still full

                                                Sponsor sermons

                        Recumbent radicals in dragging anchor sweet breathe

  Buy is trust us hi us

captive rapt and

        Flatly loud

tight lips brandishing your turned in guns

         This tome that shook that young daydream

                                                Scruff of neck, hairs of sex organ

                                                       Great fear not of death

                                                           No way

                                                 Just those goddamn incisions

                                                      Insidious in consistency

                                                      Affect

                                           Carving stations called plans of actions

                                                Bored to bludgeoned chefs

 in training

                                                       Laboring for the glory of the great rapier swallow(ers)

                                                                                Dapper stern Cato stoned

wisdom tails

                                                      Economies of scales

                                                                        Lifestyle decisions

                                                                  Every other chapter

                                                                                    This whole disguised

Hagiography of the accrued acumen of man

                                                                             Horse steam!

                                                          But no love lost for man for all that steam

                                                                                                The same

 
                                                                        This limber tome jacketed nightly

                                                Redolent of some important lost time inextricably laced

                                                            With our worried apex bobbling glory

                                                            Redounding with sight caking ooze for the next

                                                                        Children of god and all

of his mirrored ashtrays and spina bifida bashes

defects of all defects

 pointing at a glorious fistula

She is in excellent condition but as you can see by the photo she is missing her sweater and shoes which you might be able to pick up on ebay!  Her hair is gorgeous!  Her eyelashes are all there but she has one that is bent. 

       For every summer scratched acquittal…
                       By: Domenic Maltempi
                                                              2-16-2008
1.
 
i want a friendly divorce
from inanimate kings (light switch plates alive/procession to a rotting gate)
fashioned from the most coarse-common things
 
have assembled in kid snowstorm pictures
Four-star hotels built deep in your neglected hair
where a grotesque pit of fenced in dirt did time 
in a rainy city/or a rainy city lived
 as neglected hair for a day as an experiment run by
 grotesque pool neglecters still on staff at a one star castle
 
2.
 
Wanna be woebegone before my batteries kick
thumbs tumescent and cartoon lumps
for birds to fly around messages of distress
from what’s between rocky and inert
a mummified bride staring at her hands
still no alerting a powder puff savior
sick birds over picket lines
 come alive
with the verve of perforated sires
of no particular being to be
what’s left?
 migrating sub species hang gliding into
 the now or newer now
new not to me 
wheeling over blue construction hats
a glue commercial gone wrong
obstructing a view that no one notices or lacks
except a cocktail maker double shifted more than smart
nodding off with soda guns buttons peeling free
 and a poem scratched on a late summer arm
 
 
 
 
3.
 
She was tired enough to let her guard be her guard
and think like every mystery witness
wailing into continents of different courts
 with their throats in there scuffed up hearts
 and the judges double gavel swinging rodeo thugs
minimum maximum I’m so tough
I’ll execute the payphone relaxers
I’ll leave this stranded dialer for the sand swim up and suck down
Perhaps better…
sentenced to a lobby where the magazines
slowly fuckup your circulation
every rivulet a capsized expletive ordered into a soap opera confession machine 
nodding off with soda gun
and a poem scratched on a late summer arm
 

2-11-2008

By: Domenic Maltempi

1.

One day that child comes back to get to know you

Get to know

get to know me?

How does that go?

What do you look at in the morning

after this and that

is complete?

incomplete

May I

see

your scrapbook daddy?

little honey in the gimlet eye

knows the puissant ways of real love will annihilate love

striated with panic, pain, anger, fear

That much prediction I might pinkie swear to you

Urgent joke

small joke

confetti stuffed mouth

You might be doing pull ups

using a precarious looking garage door

a little sweat mocks your lip

2.

It was never something else with love stringing it together

Filaments crossed in tender lift

semblance dragged out of our way

no satisfaction in that

3.                    Some drenched white bakery box

Ferried to all the congratulation

Parties

Hello! RAZZZZOOOO!

4.

Knowing began along time ago

No ancient head itch clubbed towards

Heaven bumped cartoon lump

bird

dressed fine

How old now?

No…not that!
I picked you up in  morning

Drowsy sweet warm thing

But it was always again NOW…

then!

how old?

please…stop that now

Serious, please

I’m not some freak

Make all the coffee in the world

But I’ll see you in a second

Complimenting some polymath of a pretend dragon

confessing to an overdone

Philly in beads

5.

Way before you came back

If that’s what you call it

…who?

We knew each other better after

After we had to part…

had to?

Of course

But what’s all that?

Missing, parting, dousing, clawing,

Fly every day wings!

weightless mass icing its ascent’s trail

what’s all that?

Was it any different then

watching you sleeping that night in February?

Passed out in mother’s arms

Watching each step up you went

Just you

Head on shoulder

shutdown

face

body shut down so…so…beautifully

pull-pull

into what leaping fires to keep this?

but up we will still go

head on shoulder

feigning sleep

I’m there again

and now