Paul Siegell




toast: and if within
--for Jacob Art

calm
void

let me listen
to you

laugh

blanket
light
blanket

laugh
defrag

does "entelechy" exist?

does the oomph of "omphaloskepsis"?

life

lift
life
link
life
liar
life
lick
life
lilt
life
lily
life
limb

a bygone skybridge extends

unconfused
in oblivion

foudroyant--that's
where my Wilco decoder ring went!

life

like
life
lime
life
limo
life
limp
life
lint
life
lion
life
lisp

y'gotta go gallivant the galaxies of "ataraxia"

life

line
life
list
life
liVe
life
lIve
life--

beyond anything you're thinking:

in a good--way wow?

l'chaim

in a great--way wow!






01.09.07 -- RAIN -- Academy of Music, PA

love

enraptured subtleties

Sullivan--

Shea--

Shears--

Strawberry--

Slumbers--

relivers and unborn fans

pools of preservation

enthusiasm thruway

immortal nostalgia

an influent tribute

a fateful role

to reign at heights

irenic rock

nothing Israel

mania beat neologism tells

new orbit

let it begin

what are you glistening to?

nothing is peace.

                                                                               but--
still--dancing endorphin's loud, amongst post--show WOMEN'S
room wrinkled--skin cackling, "Oh, I feel like a teenager again!"

	
	
	
	
	
	
JUST A FEW BLOCKS

     By a building's dryer sheet perfume,
its basement of quarters cycling permanent
                                             press, or no,
second hands are heavy. That was all done
last night during long commercials slicing
                                             West Wing
reruns. Pushed six slots per spin, totaled
six coffee--cupped bucks in coins. S'gonna
be funny when it snows. Laundry room's
                                             downstairs
outside past the fountain that maintenance
just covered the other day and across the
Waverly courtyard.
     CA's worn in his bookstore, his job he
said "that'll do that to you," but he'll be on
                                             88.5 WXPN
later tonight, the only lance of verse reading
amongst the fiction kingdom. Vivify the thin
                                             books! Yet it's
not about body type. But is it, tho, where
people can come and feel comfortable?
     Man in the park earlier said he'd just had
                                             a seizure, a
hand out, asked if anything could be known,
something easy not to eye. Rather, thumb--
                                             wipe the oil
off the screen and put the voice mailer, Pops,
to an ear; now that's technique--And there
                                             were harps,
two harps on those same bricks yesterday.
A big stunned crowd admiring the strings,
kickin' in change to the hat before them--
                                             Man, dunno
what's for dinner, and 88.5 WRAS meant
     more to me in Atlanta, but I can taste O'
     Hara's Lunch Poems in my back pocket.






all our aisles

let us all we
repeat commute
click
remotes habituate

supermarket debit card aisles
look like warhol look--alikes look--alike

bowls in the morning
cartoon cartons
serial monstrosities
depth threats
bowels in the bathroom
faces flushed
finished with spinach
microwaved meat
vomiting carbon
remotes click mouse bullet blog sites

SOUP SOUP SOUP
SOUP SOUP SOUP
SOUP SOUP SOUP
SOUP s o u p SOUP
SOUP SOUP SOUP
SOUP SOUP SOUP

al Qaeda keeps fighting

let our portraits
everyday heartfelt
songs of the cereal aisle
stardoms of distraction
tipsy decisions
ambushed household outlooks

El presidente es el Diablo?

soiled let our garbage
logo soup incontinences
recorded by mirrors and we're
missing it fellow
habitués
let all our toilet paper poems
redeem us










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