Perennial Measure: Allegory of a DUI Accident in America Involving a Man Possibly On His Way to a Mass Shooting (or, Self-Inflictions Your Enemies Love to Watch)

Sunday, August 23, 2009

Allegory of a DUI Accident in America Involving a Man Possibly On His Way to a Mass Shooting (or, Self-Inflictions Your Enemies Love to Watch)

—a not-so-funny piece for Pablo Biglang-awa, who sometimes tells stories about contradictions in the world from behind the camera or the brush, and who prompted me to an old thesaurus form from the 5th century, the Amarakosha

His butt skin was stripped and laid on the table

Like wrapping for bologna—the autopsy experts

Were at the base extremities of their patience,

Still could not reach the tail end of a puzzle

Or the end of the tunnel, see the bottom of it.

Everyone too worn out, dedications to the hilt,

To see the gaping hole, colon to their semicolon.

They punctuated their devil’s tails and banged

Logbooks on table tips, resignation’s fundament,

While that stump of an ass wallowed in the tub—

Soaked in chemicals yet, not drunk enough from

A night of accidents, hemorrhoidal bottoms-ups

Where his gun slit his jeans’ back-pocket flaps,

Wringing seat, posterior dispersed interiorly.

As yet to be reported, one political conflict:

At the substratum was an asshole’s automatic.

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About "Perennial Measure," the first blogged poetry volume on this site:

On the seventh day in the writing of this collection, or perhaps already subconsciously during the making of that first poem, it became clear that this series, Perennial Measure (the volume), shall be about the practice of poetry and art. Having laid that assumption down, trying to follow that course, however, I saw that I was able to move later to the creation of pieces on various other themes, as if I was trying to present to my reader those various themes and issues that confront a poet in his life and everyday world, qua poet. But, so as not to veer too far away from my central theme, the series would interrupt that straying again to make me go back to pieces strictly on poetry or art. And that push and pull from the central theme went on to the end of the volume project (which targeted 56 pieces or 56 printed book pages worth). So, approach this collection thus, then, should it please you, and consider reading the last poem, "Perennial Failure," against the first one, "Perennial Measure." Otherwise, you can just approach the section or volume or book how you would rather, as maybe you should. Here is Perennial Measure, the blogged poetry book within this eponymously titled Perennial Measure blogged literary creations site.