Saturday, March 5, 2011

Rodak's Writings: Mojo

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Got It Workin’ Now

up to my amygdala with
style-conscious placeholders
minds empty
as a dead man’s watch pocket
diminished sensibilities dried-up
like sterile ponds
stagnant at the blazing peak
of august’s hot contempt
for comfort
generating nothing but buzzing
flights of airborne irritants
reading well-wrought words faster
than a dog eats its kibble
swallowing without chewing

auugh! resentments like chitinous
facet-eyed arthropods
stalk and rattle in that dreadful
DMZ between my ears
much as rumors of bad weather
crackle through the static
of an am/fm philco slowly dying
in the faded dashboard
of a previously owned hatchback

(remembering now how
patriotic masses
once stood in their ranks
on the charcoal dark fringes
of their well-kempt lawns
cramping their denuded
necks stiff to catch a glimpse
of Telstar in twinkling transit:
brave new star in a slandered sky

sometimes i launch
a code-bearing satellite
of my own design
or just a weather balloon
that hangs up there
like a big spherical target
messing with the navigation
of brainless gray geese
in obligatory chevron
honking to hear themselves
honk
)

but right now
mojo reckless
with a mercurial core
i am pleased to feel
myself becoming
nastier than a huge helping
of shit on a shingle:

shovel it in:
you know you love it.

7 comments:

screamin'ian said...

right on! shovel it in. i took a few minutes with your well-wrought words and enjoyed myself so much i had a second helping.

Rodak said...

Just be sure to chew each bite forty times before swallowing!

willow said...

Lots of wonderful imagery going on here, like "empty as a dead man's pocket watch" and "dashboard
of a previously owned hatchback". Nice, R.

willow said...

Oops. Left that comment under my old handle. ~tess

Rodak said...

Thanks for stopping by. And thanks for the nice comments.

Katley said...

great imagery, even though it's gross :) But then poetry is not always about beautiful things. The ugly side has to be written about, too.

Rodak said...

Gross it is, and gross it was meant to be.