splatterings

this will make it the third year in a row where i write a poem a day during the month of june. splatter poems were first instigated by derek motion as a way to clear the build-up of poetic habits and utilize ginsberg's notion of first thought/best thought and o'hara's i do this/i do that poetry. certainly these are not original ideas. but what of it. i had debated to begin today but i think the exercise of writing a poem a day with little editing would do me good. i invite you to do the same as well. splatter words, images and thoughts. go ahead. sometimes you've got to say, what the fuck.



splat 1


to dive like the mockingbird
as she did this morning
past my ear
to protect her young

i’ve read they pick their threats
carefully
it was me she hated on sight
fuck           to be so singular

and focused           driven by instinct
instead i’m habituated by shaky hands
and fumbling steps
without enough grace

either for clown school
or star in my own dumb show
O Ornery One
to you is my treasure entrusted

you who yap
and want me killed
to you
i fuck up and fall