Poems For The Reader--Book I

POEMS FOR THE READER

By Jameson McConnell

BOOK I

"Comet Tails"

Part I

The Beginning

"The Antique Store"

A stronghold, an oasis of dust and rust and the like

Insane dolls with their blood moon stare

The past lives partially resurrected in this stronghold, only due to their life force

The remembered and learned on a day off

"What to do?" asks an older woman of about fifty or sixty

I shall opt to see what once was while others may seek only a method to kill time with the prospect of a free chili dog

Class of '52

The dust settles

Reconstructs itself, new-old dust in an anachronistic wasteland

They come alive, they blink, they stare

What was a bosom, a vagina, succulent healthy testicles

All remembered!

I shall jump into your class photo

Impregnate the past with the present

Now I can be for the sake of being

"The Night Friends"

It is, like all things standing on solid ground, sturdy

Bloody resilience shatters with kaleidoscope colors over the young girl as she sleeps

Warmth falls in orange-green packets of beauty

She is, and only is

Under the spell of the class of '52

The brain is fragil, deadly glow of existence rearranging certain synapses to its own specifications

This is when her night friends arrive

They come from where she and her family enter

Enter the day from infinity's pompous television programme of the mind

"Allow me some time," says the girl

They nod their reddish-black faces and fly back to their infinite whirlpool of the universe

Slowly accelerating

Reaching an average velocity of infinity

The girl awakens, ill and unalert

Mindfucked to say the least

The girl has tasted infinity, smelled it, been it

And the girl is miserable, stuck

Trapped and alone with her night friends

"Rhyme and Reason"

Little girl, little rhyme

Got a reason to beg for treason

Smelling warm, all night long

Your embrace, in my face

Little girl, you don't exist

But in my hair your fingertips

Little girl little rhyme

How are we to pass the time?

I've made it sixteen years, one more won't surpass the dread of infinity.

"Daytrip"

She awakens

She passes her threshold through osmosis

A happy jitter about, the smell of burning dust

The smells of a nonexistent love

But in the mind, perhaps

One can hold a pillow so closely at night

And dead

Surely unbutton my shirt and see your face in my nipples

Chew them off, closest I've been to mutual orgasm

I've written some words

Music alone and yellow and comforting

And it is allowed one night

A friendly purpose, a game

I'll play the Game

I know very little of my surroundings

But there is

We conjure daemons everyday

In a sense not unlike what you may have heard

I speak and the listener listens

And for all we may know, the woman on the street may be ovulating

She ovulates as an algorithm is constructed

An algorithm creating an algorithm

Part II

The Mind's Treason

"The Television Programme of the Mind"

1. Wound up

Awake with my eyes closed

Some express freely, fearlessly, to a virtually unending audience

Others live alone and afraid

Allow me

I open a door, you step inside

You beg and beg

Wake up groggy

Coffee's on tap

Slap, death, new time

Outside, city

Forest

II. The forest teems with yellow laughter

Leaves not a taste, a flavor

We must drink her water

On top of Mt. Olympus

III. I see she's gone on now

Space is boring without her

I've failed to realize how these men can't save us from the burning sex-potential

It's a drag without the girl in space

IV. Many fail to realize that space cannot be cosmic

It exists for us to compare ourselves to

The Cosmos are being in its purest form, the great sex party

You can't protect a comet from a meteorite

V. She brought the boy flowers in a cardboard box

Awkward, silent

Her feet are too small

VI. Empty the trash, trash still here

VII. She looks down at the Earth from the comet, genitals exposed

A young woman leaves farmhouse to give birth on the side of a Kansas road

A man stops by and relocates the deceased specimen, raises the child

His mother, now a boarding house for vermin galore

He sets out and builds a town

He is shot by local police

He joins his mother

More rooms available

A nesting doll of domestic affairs turns Summer beautiful

The comet grows nearer

Will you allow me to sit in silence?

One young rider, followed by the Girl

Toy metal airplane

Toy lion, robot will conquer

Greased lightning

His horse is dead

A spider crawls, a Polaroid snapshot

The chemicals so new, they were once the spider

White, yellow, black

Do you got my back?

Crank up some tunes

In wild cityscape, I escape

Awaken

Tense, shaken

Alone

Broken bone

Gravity is odd

How odd

A melting pot melted

Blue flames fly undetected

We stand unarmed and unprotected

People think the Comet is a friendly asshole

I know the true asshole

I've known her, or it, all along

She greets the tides with precise calculation and gentle song

Trees melt past burning temperature before pyrolysis can occur

The creatures come out to meet her

A man, battling mental illness with secluded valor

I cannot bring forth unfathomable distances

Cristen over campagne thirsty bugger

Do you dig rap music?

Your perception is skewed by anger and cynicism

Bring forth a friendly schism

We danced on the patio, her and I

Though there was no "her"

She is a product of the mind

I eat a chocolate bar and tell myself she's there

You wouldn't dare

Sometimes the dead are alive

I think I'm dead

The mush in my head might agree

Can you see?

Part III

The Recital

A girl is walking along a dirt road, into a wooded area

She is cold, she forgot her jacket

She finds a rust old Plymouth with one headlight, no wheels

And all, the divers, and explorers

Winners and losers

Wake yourselves up

Bury the amulet

A charm

Your chakra

This girl desires to explore Infinity

So she's meeting a boy to find it

Work for me

"I'm Infinity"

"I'm Desire"

The two go opposite

Terrible show, terrible appetite

Shell-shocked

Stricken down with a single blow

Bring health

Bring a new kind of story

Bring content

Bring me a laurel wreath

Or perhaps an empty sheath

He loads his Derringer

Hopes for no prompt rain

He was never the same

He played the Game

All should tell their stories, if not to young children, to friends

Infinity returns, her dark figure

And in a purple satchel she brought Desire with her

He deserves a pay raise!

Split myself in two

Script preparations

And all I say

Bring nay

Say around

Speak around, tell words with a reply

A spark

Without the only amulet

The only key

He bent a knee and spoke no more

I witnessed more

I've seen the other girl

She rides steadily

I don't dig life without her

I really don't

The gloat

Be alert

Ambidexterity

Keeps you quite alert

And spurt

And spiel, don't allow me in

Or not?

Lest I die alone and abed in spikey percussion

We all step outside to meet her

Part IV

The Greeting

Weathered, weakened reply

Guns smoke

Lost interest

The sky grows dark

And the men in the night

Faces slightly illuminated by torches

Thrown buckets of water

To reassure themselves

Forgo, forget, relate

Thus I spake you woman

Oppression roasts in the heart of you

To do no bad

And a young woman takes her hand, is no more

Again we speak

Forever over

She freezes

And bends a knee

Tells us

"Go"

And what is burnt, begins to settle in ember

There's so much I've forgotten

All my ashes scattered on a secluded Island, others with me

Let's travel to the Island

Strange creatures croak in

A purplish-green sky

They communicate, are lied to

A man wears a diamond skull in his ear

Witnesses a decapitated friend

Alone again

And people dig me

I'm still timely there

We're still cool around there

12/3/18, Oklahoma City