I recall your celebrity tuna.
I think I’ll make a turkey soup.
His bliss trees surround me.
Absence makes a good love poem.
Champagne pop on the dim sum.
Cupid should know better
while I’m in the bathroom.
over two decades in the making. a timeshifting autobiographical poetry collage w/photography. a diaristic, nearly "daily writing" (ad)venture. new pieces are posted most days.. **new and in progress** -- recordings of each poem are being added. these are read by the author & posted to each poem's page. --Del Ray Cross (contact delraycross at gmail)
Monday, June 30, 2008
Friday, June 27, 2008
dccxxx
“Being skinny puts me in such great spirits!”
(A trick is great pony.)
How do you
comb your hair
with that beautiful watch,
wearing the streets of
pinot grigio? Brings to mind of
how many minds
are we. I like
the curve of the ceiling,
the way you Photoshop it,
then down the hatch
with a latté and a San Pellegrino. Hello
from Caffé Prague
with David (a little over-arching)
and Chris (that bad toad!).
Today is beautiful like me.
(A trick is great pony.)
How do you
comb your hair
with that beautiful watch,
wearing the streets of
pinot grigio? Brings to mind of
how many minds
are we. I like
the curve of the ceiling,
the way you Photoshop it,
then down the hatch
with a latté and a San Pellegrino. Hello
from Caffé Prague
with David (a little over-arching)
and Chris (that bad toad!).
Today is beautiful like me.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
dccxxix
A Soup of Zucchini
Thanks
for those Mediterranean spices
Mr. Collom, Mr. Brit-Flag Purses,
Mr. and Mrs.
I Don’t Have No Big Words.
Sunday comes
with its churchbell swishes
and the candy clovers
I meant to translate
for you. Dim sum
snakes instead,
and demin-jacketed,
no tie-clasped
monkeys
make room for more monkeys (French lyrics);
squabs for more squabs.
Lots of salty kisses on
chunk concrete.
-Keihl’s on Fillmore
Thanks
for those Mediterranean spices
Mr. Collom, Mr. Brit-Flag Purses,
Mr. and Mrs.
I Don’t Have No Big Words.
Sunday comes
with its churchbell swishes
and the candy clovers
I meant to translate
for you. Dim sum
snakes instead,
and demin-jacketed,
no tie-clasped
monkeys
make room for more monkeys (French lyrics);
squabs for more squabs.
Lots of salty kisses on
chunk concrete.
-Keihl’s on Fillmore
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
dccxxviii
I can see the chandeliers of the Carnellian Room
eastward on Pine to home
Otto singing not to the
monotony of homework
nor verse
but to mushroom clouds under the birds
eventful few days
Eva Hesse’s giant traumatism
she sings at her baby from modern trees
the eastward leaves purple for royalty
eastward on Pine to home
Otto singing not to the
monotony of homework
nor verse
but to mushroom clouds under the birds
eventful few days
Eva Hesse’s giant traumatism
she sings at her baby from modern trees
the eastward leaves purple for royalty
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
dccxiii
The joint venture places several of the nation’s most
recognizable beer brands under a single concern.
—nytimes.com
Sometimes it works
and sometimes
we have to pour it all down the sink.
Smoky apparitions hover at or near the ceiling in witness.
Then we frolic from hillock to hillock,
straightening our hunchbacks along the way.
A glorious turn of events, waking up
covered in sweat:
it’s the fear of monotony. The ennui-swathed alarm
plays a new song by Madonna. We dance ourselves
out of the bed and into the shower,
dawn. Another minute and we’re late for yoga
or something. Who remembers?
But the nice part
is how the fork got stuck in my head.
“Who needs hope?”
“Why, we do, silly!”
“Shall I send a revised meeting planner for the full ninety minutes?”
“Absolutely,” he smirks,
placing his laptop on the corner of the sofa,
the most comfortable corner.
recognizable beer brands under a single concern.
—nytimes.com
Sometimes it works
and sometimes
we have to pour it all down the sink.
Smoky apparitions hover at or near the ceiling in witness.
Then we frolic from hillock to hillock,
straightening our hunchbacks along the way.
A glorious turn of events, waking up
covered in sweat:
it’s the fear of monotony. The ennui-swathed alarm
plays a new song by Madonna. We dance ourselves
out of the bed and into the shower,
dawn. Another minute and we’re late for yoga
or something. Who remembers?
But the nice part
is how the fork got stuck in my head.
“Who needs hope?”
“Why, we do, silly!”
“Shall I send a revised meeting planner for the full ninety minutes?”
“Absolutely,” he smirks,
placing his laptop on the corner of the sofa,
the most comfortable corner.
Monday, June 23, 2008
dccx
Fits
& then starts.
Writing an hour a day. Deciding how serious.
Tinnituses (mom’s, son’s).
“A normal person couldn’t have done it.”
Of course happiness isn’t funny.
But so is Frosted Mini-Heartattacks.
& then starts.
Writing an hour a day. Deciding how serious.
Tinnituses (mom’s, son’s).
“A normal person couldn’t have done it.”
Of course happiness isn’t funny.
But so is Frosted Mini-Heartattacks.
Friday, June 20, 2008
dccxxvii
Beautiful Sloppy Pecker Dish
He’s deft.
Full of secrets.
“Yes,” he said.
“Plus,
he owes.”
Sad,
bluesy.
He’s deft.
Full of secrets.
“Yes,” he said.
“Plus,
he owes.”
Sad,
bluesy.
Thursday, June 19, 2008
dccxxvi
....of ever more sensitive blemishes
FOG
salmon patties, gnocchi & green peas
on Pacific & Battery
a patchwork that turns into a series of segues, or
eventually
non sequiturs
“a festering sweetness of red lollipops” (W.C. Williams)
one postmuddern clump after another
too much pecan pie & cheesecake, etc.
FOG
salmon patties, gnocchi & green peas
on Pacific & Battery
a patchwork that turns into a series of segues, or
eventually
non sequiturs
“a festering sweetness of red lollipops” (W.C. Williams)
one postmuddern clump after another
too much pecan pie & cheesecake, etc.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
dccxxv
When I Was Alice
notice Michael Palmer
lotsa readings in the late 70s
hm
Collom enjambment
needs to breathe I guess —
experiment is key
numb teeth nest
02/02/02 in library after gym
also witness 5 men jerking off
one kinda cute
cup of pretzels, diet coke
and clam chowder with 2 english muffins
English Coke
many Jordan almonds
“what’re you really good at?”
not diarist, not poet, not editor
brain gone to the birds
and extreme computers
(breathe I guess)
* * * *
When I was Alice I counted the cars
one after another
in front of Wal-Mart
intersections
pulled at my dress
wet my panties
at the intersections in front of Wal-Mart
in the late 70s
hid piece of puzzle
Lil Abner psychiatrist
something melodramatic
along with a kiss in the moonlight
up several flights
tear open a blue jeans
notice Michael Palmer
lotsa readings in the late 70s
hm
Collom enjambment
needs to breathe I guess —
experiment is key
numb teeth nest
02/02/02 in library after gym
also witness 5 men jerking off
one kinda cute
cup of pretzels, diet coke
and clam chowder with 2 english muffins
English Coke
many Jordan almonds
“what’re you really good at?”
not diarist, not poet, not editor
brain gone to the birds
and extreme computers
(breathe I guess)
* * * *
When I was Alice I counted the cars
one after another
in front of Wal-Mart
intersections
pulled at my dress
wet my panties
at the intersections in front of Wal-Mart
in the late 70s
hid piece of puzzle
Lil Abner psychiatrist
something melodramatic
along with a kiss in the moonlight
up several flights
tear open a blue jeans
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
dccxxiv
What I’m doing now is write.
—John Ashbery
A lot of coming
on this paper here.
India, Philadelphia,
Colorado, Los Angeles.
Fell on a dork.
Outside swishes
now smile, an acorn.
Is that your answer
ain’t funny. Oh, but
I was so ready to leave,
to sleep. To rap it, love.
.... Rapid love.
Wrap it up in a poetry
security. Play with it
more (“...rampant ...rampart...”).
Came on the couch;
rabid come. Calypsos,
what a trip! Came
some more. Collapses.
What an oaky mesh!
—John Ashbery
A lot of coming
on this paper here.
India, Philadelphia,
Colorado, Los Angeles.
Fell on a dork.
Outside swishes
now smile, an acorn.
Is that your answer
ain’t funny. Oh, but
I was so ready to leave,
to sleep. To rap it, love.
.... Rapid love.
Wrap it up in a poetry
security. Play with it
more (“...rampant ...rampart...”).
Came on the couch;
rabid come. Calypsos,
what a trip! Came
some more. Collapses.
What an oaky mesh!
Monday, June 16, 2008
dccxxiii
Dear Bill,
lover of baseball
and Whalen, I tried
to celebrate your 65th
(a little late)
with Red Sox & Rockies, but, but,
this glass of water
and Jack Collom, 10:01pm,,,
and Erin,
house-sitting when the cat died,
(Mem’ries!)
Paolo’s party
at Massimo’s
another reddish day
postcard poem: The Seven Seas
inspired by C&C
getting high after
Radiohead
Blue Planet,
which was a trip
in and of itself,
really fantastic
Claritin-itis
Wayne’s heart really bad
but better
Tammy’s white trash
dissertation
The Police
at Starbucks
Synchronicity
Happy Birthday
Bill and everybody!
lover of baseball
and Whalen, I tried
to celebrate your 65th
(a little late)
with Red Sox & Rockies, but, but,
this glass of water
and Jack Collom, 10:01pm,,,
and Erin,
house-sitting when the cat died,
(Mem’ries!)
Paolo’s party
at Massimo’s
another reddish day
postcard poem: The Seven Seas
inspired by C&C
getting high after
Radiohead
Blue Planet,
which was a trip
in and of itself,
really fantastic
Claritin-itis
Wayne’s heart really bad
but better
Tammy’s white trash
dissertation
The Police
at Starbucks
Synchronicity
Happy Birthday
Bill and everybody!
Thursday, June 12, 2008
dccxxii
No date on Friday night then
(HORROR)
a kidney stone at Kaiser.
House a mess,
off to Duboce
for feckless sex
(goes well with TV).
Mom speaks with dogged
neighbor who replies!
First words
in three some years.
Baked potato vigil
2 points (joined
Weight Watchers!).
$662 roundtrip to
Hong Kong a temptation
I am resisting.
Drive instead
into fire,
Southern
California.
(HORROR)
a kidney stone at Kaiser.
House a mess,
off to Duboce
for feckless sex
(goes well with TV).
Mom speaks with dogged
neighbor who replies!
First words
in three some years.
Baked potato vigil
2 points (joined
Weight Watchers!).
$662 roundtrip to
Hong Kong a temptation
I am resisting.
Drive instead
into fire,
Southern
California.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
dccxxi
“Wildlife” and “Wildfire”
look very much alike
in headlines next to one another.
Issue 10 cover –
Curran, sideways,
head lopped, no feet,
wearing FOOL t-shirt,
BRECK painted across body
with white-out.
Wrote to tell Tom
how time passes oddly
in dreams
which remind us
to say hello
to long-ago friend.
Death is a booger.
look very much alike
in headlines next to one another.
Issue 10 cover –
Curran, sideways,
head lopped, no feet,
wearing FOOL t-shirt,
BRECK painted across body
with white-out.
Wrote to tell Tom
how time passes oddly
in dreams
which remind us
to say hello
to long-ago friend.
Death is a booger.
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
dccxx
The prison of the page,
a pain in the neck. Lost beauty
like city starlight. Another meteoric
deconstruction. Sleep when I die
mentality; a small break between miles.
The steam room out of order. First real
bag of groceries in forever. Sirens,
smoking bus, the rain clears into a
sunny afternoon. At home spend two hours
washing dishes. Some redneck movie.
Heading to post office for electronic postcard stamps.
Can we have maidservants clean our apartment
in the nude?
a pain in the neck. Lost beauty
like city starlight. Another meteoric
deconstruction. Sleep when I die
mentality; a small break between miles.
The steam room out of order. First real
bag of groceries in forever. Sirens,
smoking bus, the rain clears into a
sunny afternoon. At home spend two hours
washing dishes. Some redneck movie.
Heading to post office for electronic postcard stamps.
Can we have maidservants clean our apartment
in the nude?
Monday, June 09, 2008
dccxix
dirty bitch if it’s not indie
it’s no damn good
bitch got grey tryin to be a style
what cooks here baby??
ooh ramen ugh
ooh ramen ugh
ah too freezin too fuckin cold
bitch should get up and leave
fuckin for the last 5 days or so no good up in them cabnets
but one thing cool we got the swiffest influx ever
ooh ramen ugh
ooh ramen ugh and ugh
it’s no damn good
bitch got grey tryin to be a style
what cooks here baby??
ooh ramen ugh
ooh ramen ugh
ah too freezin too fuckin cold
bitch should get up and leave
fuckin for the last 5 days or so no good up in them cabnets
but one thing cool we got the swiffest influx ever
ooh ramen ugh
ooh ramen ugh and ugh
Friday, June 06, 2008
dccxviii
Fathom a market of goldenrod
(the genus that take batteries).
A secret garden for them, at a
bed & breakfast, perhaps. 8am
French Toast with orange rinds,
chunk cantaloupe. Sex sells. Walk
to Grauman’s, split stars for an hour
(because we’re so damned grumpy),
curl up in a toaster oven. Somalia,
Diebenkorn, and Baziotes. A
botched attempt at a door (1960s).
More on this later after I think
straight, fail to snatch the buzzes,
and piss on the pussywillow
during the Golden Globes.
(the genus that take batteries).
A secret garden for them, at a
bed & breakfast, perhaps. 8am
French Toast with orange rinds,
chunk cantaloupe. Sex sells. Walk
to Grauman’s, split stars for an hour
(because we’re so damned grumpy),
curl up in a toaster oven. Somalia,
Diebenkorn, and Baziotes. A
botched attempt at a door (1960s).
More on this later after I think
straight, fail to snatch the buzzes,
and piss on the pussywillow
during the Golden Globes.
Thursday, June 05, 2008
dccxvii
The sun torches deeper than thought
Cerebral hemispheres of nonexistence
caress the nibs of your neck, that exquisite
hump on your shoulder. And not a Gizzi in the house
(harrumph!).
All told: the Abbey Cafe, its lists, the ghost of
Hockney on Mulholland Drive., so L.A.!
Whisper something clever to me, kid.
Cerebral hemispheres of nonexistence
caress the nibs of your neck, that exquisite
hump on your shoulder. And not a Gizzi in the house
(harrumph!).
All told: the Abbey Cafe, its lists, the ghost of
Hockney on Mulholland Drive., so L.A.!
Whisper something clever to me, kid.
Wednesday, June 04, 2008
dccxvi
Goodnight sliver of moon,
a goodnight distant carrier
jet! Night and night! An opposite
to learning. Sit on my ass and be
lazy, lazy, lazy. Hit ‘send’ – the
computer’s entrails hot as lava
(an exclusionary hot). I like him
but there are a lot of ideas I enjoy, too,
like my own apartment.
Miserable nipple ring!
Klimt, Lauder, and
utmost exhaustion!
a goodnight distant carrier
jet! Night and night! An opposite
to learning. Sit on my ass and be
lazy, lazy, lazy. Hit ‘send’ – the
computer’s entrails hot as lava
(an exclusionary hot). I like him
but there are a lot of ideas I enjoy, too,
like my own apartment.
Miserable nipple ring!
Klimt, Lauder, and
utmost exhaustion!
Tuesday, June 03, 2008
dccxv
In this dream I was in grad school
with Dharma and Greg. I’d
failed to check my school mailbox
for months (years?). It was
overflowing and I obviously
wasn’t making the cut. That’s
all I remember. I never
watched Dharma & Greg,
but I did read somewhere
that Dharma’s character was a
yoga instructor. Perhaps it’s
because I’ve missed yoga for
several weeks now......It’s so
quiet here today, and I can’t see
a thing out of the window.
Total fog/rain/nothingness.
with Dharma and Greg. I’d
failed to check my school mailbox
for months (years?). It was
overflowing and I obviously
wasn’t making the cut. That’s
all I remember. I never
watched Dharma & Greg,
but I did read somewhere
that Dharma’s character was a
yoga instructor. Perhaps it’s
because I’ve missed yoga for
several weeks now......It’s so
quiet here today, and I can’t see
a thing out of the window.
Total fog/rain/nothingness.
Monday, June 02, 2008
dccxiv
Make Your Money Do Good Things
Super viagra.
Sex without borders.
(How green my banana.)
Philosophy of a hairy chest.
Pinching from whatever page
(web or otherwise) happens my way.
Writing is dead.
Make Mom a hair appointment, her first color ever,
Wicked Salan, October 2007. Dinner at Via Veneto with
Gary, Nathalie, and Curran, $100 wedding present, January 2002.
Amelie, 2001: A Space Odyssey (twice), Apocalypse Now (Redux),
and ingredients for See’s Chocolate.
I’m on the ‘machine’. The clouds part and I see his face.
Love, marriage, sex...who knows what order
a heart should be in? Finding a good conversation helps.
I really loved the gargoyles in Paris.
—Whimsy (of course)
Super viagra.
Sex without borders.
(How green my banana.)
Philosophy of a hairy chest.
Pinching from whatever page
(web or otherwise) happens my way.
Writing is dead.
Make Mom a hair appointment, her first color ever,
Wicked Salan, October 2007. Dinner at Via Veneto with
Gary, Nathalie, and Curran, $100 wedding present, January 2002.
Amelie, 2001: A Space Odyssey (twice), Apocalypse Now (Redux),
and ingredients for See’s Chocolate.
I’m on the ‘machine’. The clouds part and I see his face.
Love, marriage, sex...who knows what order
a heart should be in? Finding a good conversation helps.
I really loved the gargoyles in Paris.
—Whimsy (of course)
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