Slouching Towards Incoherence

 

Slouching Towards Incoherence

By Mike Garofalo

Incoherent poems of word salads
mis-mashed shoes and beets mixed
with an obscure metaphorical dressing of
     vinegar and bile, croutons of confusion,
tomatoes of nonsense thrown out;
     I can’t figure Robert Creely out.

Brief excursions on bouncing backroads of wordy mud
   puddles of randomness

closed the brittle door on hinges of sounds

read out, read out louder,
     rant, whisper, shout out,
the spoken word; ritual tails
     wagging like memories lost

flocks of vocabulary typhoons
     smashing, howling, broken cocoons
          bursting butterflies of spinning sounds

          Jumping off the ground-
     falling up Meanings
Falling down in Frisco town

Coits Tower still screws the sky
Gregory Corso freed St. Michael from Alcatraz
Moscone and Milk: justice denied
LSD glasses clearly unclear
Hitchhiking poets crying like clowns

      Eyes of my Ears – Mystified

Beat poets died.   City Lights cried.

Befuddled by
a poet's words—
     repeating rereads
increased the blur.
     No pearl in the oyster.

25 Steps and Beyond:
The Collected Works of Mike Garofalo