Posts Tagged ‘Serious Poems’

The Respectable Man

In Organizations, Poems, Sociology on December 12, 2010 at 3:51 pm

M. Standfast, Kyoto

Editor’s Note: Here is The Respectable Man.  A decade old, but it stand up pretty well, perhaps.

The respectable man
reflects if he can
but the world won’t wait for reflectors
the respectable man
sits on the can
sits on the board of directors

The respectable man
hawks wares to the clan
who cannot tell shit from shinola
the respectable man
sees a water ban
and irrigates crops with a cola

The respectable man
works on his tan
en route to his room at the Hilton
the respectable man
is pimping a plan
with robust tax-giveaways built-in

The respectable man
spits on his hands
and scurries his way up the ladder
the respectable man
looks over the land
and respectfully empties his bladder


the process has a point of view

In Organizations, Poems, Sociology on November 12, 2009 at 9:44 pm

M. Standfast, Kyoto

the process has a point of view
the process has a plan
it consecrates opinion
of the group or of the man

the process can be tampered with
but one must take great pains
to regard the ghouls that process fronts for
ghouls weighted down with chains

each time we wantonly with process toy
one chain process doth loose
if the ghouls become untethered
we have ourselves cooked goose

blood rites, human sacrifice, motions carried
parliamentary procedures of every kind
serve well to prettify men’s base designs
but their rigidity may insult the mind

so by all means make your end run around
the process, subvert the stated order, bring fresh
thinking but beware the ghouls of process
which will claim their pound of flesh

or better yet submit to process and to “the rules”
establish your credentials and sanctify intent
until you see that form is but an empty suit
and process, when respected, can be bent

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Shard I

In Poems on September 9, 2009 at 10:21 pm

GazePuritano, Kyoto

heart pumped on
cold, reliable
her gaze
hunting past me:
“and have you come
all this way
just to see me?”

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“Half Hours on Earth” (For Molly)

In Poems on April 26, 2009 at 1:35 pm

M. Standfast, Auckland

The quality of experience in half hours
is not uniform.
Some half hours are simply wasted
in others, something occurs
and leads into something else.
Other half hours pass quickly
they are maintenance,
but leave little residue.

“Half hours on earth
what are they worth?
I don’t know.”

With the occasional half hour
something actually happens,
in the Raymond Carver sense,
something that matters.
The air is charged and thin,
butterflies roil one’s viscera
and something is on the line.

“Half hours on earth
what are they worth?”

These electric half hours
even those isolated in time
are frightening, or better
giddily upsetting, and dangerous.
They sear themselves into the memory
more–they ripple the fabric of the cosmos.

“Half hours on earth.”

Editor’s Note: The title and refrain for this poem are borrowed from the song “Trains Across the Sea” by the Silver Jews. See the Lost and Found page for the full song lyric.

The Pleasure of the Coil

In Free Floating on February 14, 2009 at 9:33 pm

Puritano, Kyoto

Begin with gulls ratcheting down.
Every turn a tightening of screws
precise in its engendering of you
whose vertebrae are bravely stacked
grudging adherents of a syntax
where absolute minimum of line
when multiplied once by time
will just outlast the tension
of our radial composition
which yearns only to be embroiled
in the pleasure of the coil.