Poetry from Mark Young

Court-métrage

The Rōshi enters the meditation room. All is silence.

He claps his hands. "How can you tell when a persimmon is angry?" he puts to the room.

The silence deepens.


Circumstantial

Every human being needs to feel that they are important, 
valued. Now is the time to move from rhetoric into action.

The path to sustainable development must ensure that people 
living in poverty are included. Communication styles can help.

Music can inspire. Its manifestations permit the possibility of 
a chance encounter between trans Americans & the current Pope.


À la campagne

School. Public
phone box. Un-
used hall. Over-

grown racetrack.
A gravel road
lies ahead.

 
DoNuts T.®ump looks to swallow up The Holy See

I can change my cookie settings
at any time, but can't change
the cookie cutter paradigm. Which 
means that if I don't get in & get a 
share of the Vatican action before 
those oligarchs arrive & buy up all the 
available building land, it’ll have to be 
the Sistine Chapel that gets pulled
down to make way for the new
Trump Vatican International Hotel.


The conspiracy fairy left me a silver dollar for my tooth

Jerry Fletcher is a man in love with a woman he observes from afar. Whoopi Goldberg questioned the Moon Landing on "The View." Jesse Ventura & his team of experts examine some of the most frightening & mysterious conspiracy allegations of contrails, which consist of ice crystals or water vapor condensed behind aircraft. Any gap in official information on such violent events is filled by online theorists proffering a "big explanation." Hoaxes go viral because the public rarely makes the distinction between conspiracy and misinformation in the aftermath of tragedy.

Secret schemes that shaped the world around us are hiding in the footnotes of our history books—you just need to know where to look. Urbandictionary.com is being used for governmental purposes. The government is finding out ways to control us, through an event or set of circumstances created as the result of a usually secret plot by powerful conspirators. Secretary Wolf calls these rumors "full of misstatements & misapprehensions."

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Poetry from Mark Young

Five Postwoman Poems

Today the post-
woman brought
me a CD of Do-
Nuts T.®ump
reciting The Star-
Spangled Banner
when I’d asked for
a sharp-angled
spanner to be de-
livered. Why this?
I asked. Listen to
the words, she said.
I just wanted to point
out to the oft-critical
poet that there’s some-
one even more inept
at using the correct
words than I am, &
he used to be the
fucking President.

*

Today the post-
woman brought
me a split infin-
itive. I ran out to
quickly collect it.

*

Today the post-
woman brought
me an abacus.
Does it still
work? I asked.
I wouldn’t count
on it, she replied.

*

Today the post-
woman brought
me an asteroid
belt. Pity I’ve
got no suit/able
trousers to
wear it with.

*

Today the post-
woman brought
me an elephant.
What’s this? I
asked. Wondered
if you were interested
in a pet, she replied.
It was thrown out
from a house earlier
on my round. A big
guy lives there, named
Hannibal. Apparently
he’s downsizing after
a trip across the Alps,
& there wasn’t room
in the room for both
him & the elephant.

Poetry from Mark Young

daily mortality

Consensus diagnoses based on
different synoptic patterns
derive from a nonsense line
in an old ballad. Omit that, & the
two shades don’t really match.

Frictional Fiction

We lean out of the window
as the car goes
round the corner. Too fast
but we don’t care. It’s
life, it’s sun, it’s something
to do as the car
leans out the window as
the world goes round
the corner.

one of several

He was supposed to
look younger than
the colorful helicopters
at the Museo del Aire

now that he was
receiving injections
of that really top notch
debating technique

developed from the
new high-sensitivity
technology of the
Stiffness Matrix.

A (slightly modified) found poem

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Poetry from Mark Young

From the Pound Cantos: CENTO XXXVIII

The prefaces, cut clear & hard, bread 
to the liberal arts. No mere succession 
of strokes, sightless narration, but proofs 
cast on a natal paper, set with an exegesis. 
'Pretty green bank,' began the half-lost 
poem, 'but is a substance differed from 
intellect, weaving an endless sentence
with a touch of rhetoric in the whole.'

City of patterned streets; again the 
vision. I stepped back; &, out of no-
thing, a breathing. Beasts like shadows
in glass. I have seen what I have seen,
I cried in hurried speech. Thus the
light rains, thus pours, e lo soleills plovil.

 
Three Postwoman Poems

Today the post-
woman brought
me the fifth 
& last movie
in the much-
loved franchise — 
Indiana Jones & 
The Walking Frame.

*

Today the post-
woman brought
me the third 
issue of the 

series Patterns 
of War. This is 
the one I
have been waiting 

for. It shows me 
how to knit 
a hand-held 
missile launcher.

*

Today the post-
woman brought 
me a prose-
lytizer with an
add-on fitting
so it can do 
poetry as well.

 
tectonics

turn

spin

turn-
stile

spin-
drift

resile

resolute
dissolute desolate

relate

relocate

spine
spurn

stern

re-
turn

terminate

Poetry from Mark Young

klvat

Namaste, all.

Yelp is a fun & easy

way to find that the

official web site for

inputs used in inter-

state sales out of

Kerala is a low-power

television station

licensed to a

nun living in sin

in Garfield, Texas.

locale

Precis a place by its

skyline. In this case

microwave & water

towers, the smokestack

of the sugar mill, the

elegant but dated shape

of the old pump station,

in its current iteration

sitting idle as a simple

sign post for the stacks

of fertilizer & gravel &

sand that lurk beside it.

From the Pound Cantos: CENTO XXXV

Flame leaps from the hand, the

rain is listless. The backswell now

smooth in the rudder chains. Ply

over ply, thin glitter of water

quiet in the buff sands. Topaz,

I manage, & three sorts of blue.

Souls stained with recent tears —

first ill fate & then abundant wine.

The talks ran long in the night

& many things were set abroad

& brought to mind. Wherever the

speech crept, there was mastery,

an ear for the sea-surge. In the half-light,

mead & then sweet wine.

For Martin Edmond

Much more

cuckoo-

looking than the

male, with

its  / barred tail

& brindled

body, 

a

female koël

moves rapidly 

from branch

to branch in the

large tree which,

incidentally, has

just come into

flower, 

a

fact that is of 

no import to 

the bird, even 

though, judging 

by the attention 

given her by the 

two male koëls 

that alternatively

trace or try to

anticipate her

movements, she 

is in much

the same state.

Trapped in the ballet barre

Claiming to have more

than enough expertise

to transform the

marketing potential

of the space available on

the inner t-shirt into

venture capital, a

consortium of lentils

& lean beef has launched

a so-called “lads’ magazine”

which examines the

spiritual & therapeutic

benefits of taking

retreats into metaphysical

darkness whilst wearing

only flimsy underwear