Bosched

 

In the garden of earthly delights

A disturbing assortment of sights;

From sublime… to more ominous,

Holy Hieronymous

Painted abysses and heights.

 

 

    Lay of the Knaked Knight

Revealed beneath her seventh veil:
A poem on her ass in Braille.

My fingertips caressed that verse
And read her lyric universe.

An astral plane of swelling curves:
Her lyre well-strung to calm my nerves.

My lovely muse! All lettered charms
Grow warm in her angelic arms.

Her noble face, her tawny cheeks
Bestow the balm my spirit seeks.

Bright thoughts arise, and glowing, pass
Upon the volume of her ass.

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PROMPT #6: a poem from the point of view of a person from Bosch’s triptych The Garden of Earthly Delights

Listless in Nippon


Japonaiserie
appeals to the Western dilettante mind
  • Kabuki monstrosities of cute

White snivel, and children who sniffle as they walk.
The containers used for oil. Little sparrows

  • shopping-malls of Shinto reactors

  • tsunamis of Hello-Kitty schoolgirl porn

Pretty, white chicks who are still not fully fledged
and look as if their clothes are too short for them

  • tiny plates of aesthetically-arranged trivialities

  • meaningless Engrish phrases on T-Shirts

Last year’s paper fan. A night with a clear moon
One needs a particularly beautiful fan for some special occasion

  • in herd-like apathy, they download Anime Girlfriend App

  • the robotic allure of the Orient defined

To wash one’s hair, make one’s toilet, and put on scented robes
An earthen cup. A new metal bowl. A rush mat

  • cramped restaurant/bars with detailed replicas of food

PROMPT #9 : engage in another kind of cross-cultural exercise, inspired by the work of a Japanese writer who lived more than 1000 years ago. She wrote a journal that came to be known as The Pillow Book. In it she recorded daily observations, court gossip, poems, aphorisms, and musings […]
write your own Sei Shonagon-style list of “things.”

When White Men Mow Their Lawns

Nature’s bounty is sustainably managed;

Transparency and sincerity meet at the grassroots

Children play, shrieking with laughter in 1957

Your parents or grandparents or great-grandparents

Meet and remain married

While beatniks scream in stupefied rage

The fog of war subsides

As you purchase a new sofa

The gold-backed dollar grows greener

Silver shines truer and brighter

The free market surges

Entrepreneurs create new goods and services

The grass is forced to reach a pleasing uniform height

Weeds are suppressed

American women grow more alluring

Church and state

Support each other symbiotically

Underdeveloped nations improve their infrastructures

Shamans smile cryptically in exotic lands beyond the U.S.A.

Twenty-somethings improve their Yoga asanas

Chickens begin to sing, from every pot

When white men mow their lawns


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PENULTIMATE PROMPT #29

produce a poem that meditates, from a position of tranquility,
on an emotion you have felt powerfully.

Feline Frenzy

 

Put on your pussyhat, grab your Kibbles—

Let that cat out of your bag

Celebrate your business, Womyn

Whether you be sprite or hag . . .

Which is which? You make us wonder

(as you hate on the head-of state)

What you’re packing. Woman-thunder

Promises to titillate.

Lead us men into our future

Show us where we’ve gone astray.

Shine that light of Matriarchy

As we stumble on our way.

Pure emotion lights your gender.

Superficial party-lines

Tie us up. A pussy-bender

Just might straighten out your signs.

Talking-points at intersections

Promise to inflame the game.

Seeking brave new world directions

Ought to shift some blame.

 

PROMPT #23: write a poem about an animal.