Playing Ball Hit on the nose by the ball, Again and again and again and yet again. No chance I`ll move, even with the knowledge: The ball will be hurled exactly at the same spot, With the same force. I was taught to be happy, give my heart away easily – Absolute trust in everything that moves. When... Sign in to see full entry.
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
Monday, October 1, 2007
Hardy influence
Breaking of certainties At the time of breaking of certainties, When my eyes express absolute truisms, Shelley’s Wild West Wind seems chilling On such a hot sweltering day. Loneliness came by the other day, Not in person; It was the understanding of its swamping power. Quiet Liturgical music, And... Sign in to see full entry.
LOVE poem written in New York 17 years ago
Boots of Love The bare feet pounding, from the neighbours above, Can be mistaken for the long-awaited sound of boots on the stairs. © Mark Pollins 2007 Sign in to see full entry.
Sunday, September 30, 2007
MYTH - DREAM - REALITY In the myth, The lips of the Great Mother’s vagina enclose the man’s shoulders – More and more as the years go by. She is blind, deaf, and stutters terribly, Yet her blinding red cunt has not lost control; Still it rubs the man’s head, back and forth, back and forth. His ears... Sign in to see full entry.
The boys are rocking tonight, There’s a bonfire they have lit, Little girls - clutching eachothers tiny hands - Are dancing around the orange flames. Evil and hopelessness linger in the air. Useless ideas and writer’s block engulf everything, The gut is empty, the bottomless pit has been filled,... Sign in to see full entry.
Saturday, September 29, 2007
Equilibrium Ain’t no waltz without a mindless war, Ain’t no graceful dive of the saxophone without heartless bloodshed, Ain’t no democracy without the tyranny of the mob, Ain’t no love without sex, Ain’t no feverish sex without betrayal, Ain’t no avant-garde creativity without the cushioned couch,... Sign in to see full entry.
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Written in installments You can take all your lies, flags, fascist khaki uniforms, Soft-spoken songs, acoustically-played music, Grandmother's affection, children's chuckling, Cheap cornflakes soaked in chocolatey milk, Girlfriend's vagina, quivering with expectation, Pink, white and yellow pills,... Sign in to see full entry.
RELATIONSHIPS
How I loved you. I loved you to bits. There is warmth in this home. The understanding of the necessity of needing other people, understanding it is positive to want to touch them, (no sin in sex) inserts a glow where a fire should be burning. In this world where friendship doesn’t seem to have a... Sign in to see full entry.
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
New York City - early 1990s
Poetry reading in N.Y.C. Where everybody runs voluntarily, wide-eyed into hell. Where poetry deals with the moment after birth – The instant before death. Where the only substance is shit, The only fluid is crack-blood – melting skulls. The poetess, dressed in untidy black, Dances her mouth around... Sign in to see full entry.
Monday, September 24, 2007
Create new The way in which I conceive a poem, No clear picture, No overall plan, Scribbling here, doodling there, Until an incoherent, ten-line masterpiece appears. I live my life in the same way, No clear picture, No plan, A dash of humiliation here, a fistful of pain there, Until a monstrous... Sign in to see full entry.