I Hate Poetry

I am writing this to see if anyone responds with suggestions of Poetry that I might like. I have found quite a few that I enjoy but for the majority of poetry I've seen it is a pure pain in my brain to read.

Adrian Mitchell wrote a Sunday Poem (to the Christians)
Excerpt:

Eat this: God has another place,
A goal-hole. Walls contract and crush
Necks on to legs, bellies into faces
And all parts in a constipated hash
Of cancered madmen, vomiting and skinned,
Skewered in flames which rot, restore and rot,
Breathing only the tear-gas of their sins -
That's what the bad dead get.

Don L. Lee wrote From A Black Perspective

Wallace for president
his momma for vice-president

was scribbled
on the men's room wall
on
over
the toilet

where
it's
supposed to be.


I like these and poems by Kenneth Patchen, many of the Beats & some crazy Japanese poetry. Maybe you have some other suggestions for me.

THE STINK WALL

Following the large horseflies around the basement, hoping they would lead me to the location of the smell of dead animal emanating from every direction. The stench was evil scientist amazing. With my red bandanna tied around my moth & nose, along with the Curious George flashlight, & the Taz Toes, I crept along. The Flies were no stool pigeons, they saw that I wanted to remove their meal ticket & were unwilling to give up the location. I followed but they led me astray, even to the point of sacrificing themselves to Castor & Pollacks by leaving the basement into the kitchen. The evil stench was like a ventriloquist, only instead of a voice it projected the smell, everywhere I went it would get stronger then weaker. A bout of ennui worked to resolve the hunt, all I had to do was feign interest, act wearied as if to give up and my nemesis came to me. Finally face to face with my nemesis did not equate to success, rather just the 1st part of the journey ended with the hard part to come. My nemesis found a lair deep within the walls of Liberty. With no fear of death or dead things & a very large hammer I pounded the hell out of the wall & removed the obstacle keeping me from resolving our smelly issue. Exposed like the Wizard in OZ, my prey was not to be feared. Through breaks in the wall I spied 3 bodies. In a rush as if they would get away I tore at the rest of the wall. They were not going anywhere. The family of rat's had come together in a group to die. There were many more exposed once the wall was completely removed. I gingerly removed their bodies from the wall, I had to do this by hand, no tool would get back to the crevice they had made their final resting place. I felt bad that I could not leave them in their chosen final resting place, unfortunately it stunk up the whole house. The children of the flies, Maggots, had already gone to work feasting on the bodies of the deceased. I reached in and scooped every last maggot out by hand. They would travel with their meal to their final resting place in the circle of life.

Dave

Dave was one of my best friends & I loved him. My favorite thing about Dave was that nothing was ever just "OK". Every new thing, every new place & especially every new person to Dave is "just the coolest! new thing", "just the coolest! new place", "the coolest! new person.

Dave calls me all the time to say "dude you gotta go to the place!" or "dude you gotta meet this guy!" "Kevin you would totally dig 'em"

Imagine being able to be that absolutely excited about every new place you go, every new thing you find, and especially every new person you meet. That would be pretty cool.

Dave did.

Mexico Day One

Day one as I remember it, not as it actually happened.

I needed to wake up early to catch a flight out to Mexico. I awoke about 3 hours before my alarm went off. I was up & down the stairs, in & out of my room, to the kitchen, through the living room, I had the excited energy of a kid waking up just after Santa arrived on Christmas morning. I heard other mouses stirring that early as well but was never in the same room as the scurrying sounds until about an hour and a half before our alarms were to blare. It turned out that Snowball & Evilcat were having the same tingle of excitement & were scurrying about as well. We packed our bags with the speed induced in someone who awakes to find they are just 30 minutes away from a leaving flight that takes 25 minutes to get to. We didn't need this speed but it was given gladly in the anticipation of the trip ahead.

We left to the airport with no problems except that the quick route to the airport was shut down for some sort of police activity. Checking bag's was a bit hectic but went smoothly for that sort of thing, I don't think that is supposed to be easy. On the way in we kept trying to decide if food was a priority or if duty free liquor & smokes took the lead. Those of you who know us have already figured out the answer. Those of you who don't know us that well need to spend more time with us. We entered the plane & sat at the gate for about an hour. The grumbling began, let's go take off already, we need the drink cart already. Finally in the air we got to cruising altitude but the drink carts were delayed to turbulence. I normally like the ride when the planes a bumpin, but I was hungry, stinking turbulence. OH YEAH! I just remembered I have 2 health bars in my coat pocket left over from the superbowl party at Anatomist's house. We split those 3 ways, it was like manna from heaven. It did not however quell the growling beasts in our bellies. We started contemplating which drinks will be most filling & have the highest nutritional value, Tequila and orange, Tomato & Vodka, Beer with a Tomato Chaser. We were praying for the drink cart to supply pretzels, peanuts, or some other snack. They did not, Evilcat spied something that looked like food in one of the stewardesses hands & asked for them, they were cookies, the stewardess said that another one would pass them out later after the drinks we demanded to have them now & scarfed them down with moans of pleasure.

Snowball opted for the filling combination of 2 micro beers, Evilcat drank something I cant remember, I will come back & fill in here after consulting with her. I opted for coffee with Kahlua & 2 tomato juices. Coffee for the hunger killing effect. We did another round of these food substitutes & were pleasantly satisfied for what we had. We still dreamed of food, real food, sat back & read to each other & had loud conversations to the dismay of one lame ass sitting a couple seats up & over. Too bad for him, we live life, we don't sit quietly through it to make others happy.

More on the trip later & I'll come back to correct errors later I am currently paying for this in Mexico & failed to ask the cost in advance, I'm in for it.

Until Someone Better Comes Along (Dream #4)

The tide went out farther than it has in centuries. The last time a tide was this low was during the reign of the Inca’s. I don’t know why the tide went out so far, some ponder that the moon is closing in on the earth & will soon have an intergalactic fender bender resulting in the largest insurance claim ever filed. Some insurance companies are reported to say they will not pay out even though this was not one of the exclusionary items in their policy. They say that the moon hitting the earth will cause worldwide earthquakes & volcanoes. Those along with tidal waves are excluded therefore no insurance claims will be paid.

The tide went down & I was admiring the carved figures in the sand, knowing better than to touch the priceless items. Thieves came down & started scooping handfuls of the carved figures. Some figures were crude, barely recognizable as their intended caricature. Others elaborate & although minute in size would have sent shivers down the spines of those closest to the originator of the figure. Some were flagstone, soapstone & other ornate but worthless stones. Some were the prized stones of alabaster, pink marble, even gold. Some people go too far in their tribute to the dead, but whatever makes them feel good.

I was possessed by the spirit of the protector & descended to the part of the stony, naked for the first time, beach where the collectors were beginning to reap their rewards. I swatted the priceless merch from their hands & blocked their passage towards any more of the treasure. Surprisingly they drew swords. I guess I miscalculated the worth of these treasures; however my possessor made me Aware that the protection of the symbols was worth the sacrifice of my life. So I defended & battled fiercely until the tide began to creep back in. Although some scoundrels absconded with the loot I was able to protect the majority of the tributes in their original place. The dead cheered me & passed praises on me & my family for eternity.

I clamored out of the tide which had an undertow that was beginning to overwhelm me. Some hand came down & helped me out of the cold water. I felt I had done a good deed but somehow felt that it was unimportant compared to the warm touch of live flesh of my friends and family. I decided Even if my creator & the spirits of all the dead called on me that I would remain here to support my friends and family, a much more valiant, immediate, & difficult job than honoring the dead. What worse could come of the dead, they are already dead. But the living, wow, that is a job for persons of true greatness. I don’t meet that calling, but until someone better comes along…….

I Can Cook!

There are some doubters out there on my culinary abilities. I do have the ability to throw together some hearty home style fare. Granted my eating habits do not generally border on the gourmet. I can get satisfaction from a can of store bought chili eaten cold right out of the can. My palate is indestructible & I can eat & enjoy anything. During the apocalypse I will do just fine eating whatever comes my way, while you finicky people will starve & die. However my post apocalyptic powers of survival do not preclude me from enjoying some good eats.

I do a mean bar-B-Q & make great Bloody Mary's. I delve into Japanese food & come out with Asian styled creations that would rival most of the bland Americanized Japanese restaurants. I pull my Asian style inspiration from authentic Japanese foods. I do a mean stir fry using leftovers & whatever is currently in the fridge. My Mexican food, spaghetti sauce, & chili are the specialties. You better like it hot though because you will be reminded of all 3 of my specialties the next morning in a very spicy way, if you know what I mean. My chili may just burn a hole right through you while you are eating it.

Don't judge my culinary abilities by the food I choose while drinking, although to me those are the perfect grubbing for that particular situation. Just wait until you get the opportunity to get fed the Kevinized way. You will be a happy camper, until the next morning's spicy constitutional that is.

My Dinner

Tonight at the Liberty Kitchen we served up a traditional Japanese country fare. We began with some crispy deep fried garlic flavored chips made with tapioca flour. These crispy jems pack a punch of garlic. You roll out the tapioca flour with just enough water to make the flour workable. I dampen my hands & roll, then dampen them again until just right. There is no way to overdo it with the water in this fashion. You then cover generously with garlic powder & let them dry completely. Heat enough oil in a wok to cover them by a few centimeters. I mix my oils to gain flavor. I use part olive, part hot chili, part sesame, and some vegetable. You then drop them in with enough space to grow they will plump up reminiscent of pork rinds, but are much lighter, crispier, & in my view, tastier.

Our next menu item was the cold soba noodles, served over ice in a strainer to let the melting ice drip away. These sweet noodles go perfect with a Japanese soba dipping sauce you can pick up in any asian style food store. Garnish with some Japanese style pickled vegetables & a quail egg & you have a perfect light appetizer before them meal.

For our main course we have sukiyaki beef cooked in a broth of ponzu sauce, which is a citrus vinegar, with some hot chili oil added in. Over this sprinkle some Japanese red pepper. Then pound sesame seeds into a fine liquid & add a little more sesame oil to thin it out. This is your dipping sauce for the thinly sliced beef. Heat this slightly in a pan, just to warm then place in a dipping bowl. Serve this with more Japanese pickles, I prefer the pickled eggplant with some ginger & beefsteak plant for flavor.