Clouds and Trees

"Nothing ever goes away enough or arrives enough,/ and I want to cry when I think of my heart,/ muscle pounding in muscle, greedy always for joy." – 'A Warning', Eric Anderson

Category: Greek Mythology

Jokes

A horse walks into a bar and the bartender doesn’t even like horses because of something to do with the length of their faces but his daughter is giving him those eyes and he groans like, “not those eyes!” and later when the bar closes they take the horse home.

In this one dimension, the big bang occurs in such a way that the universe is a bar and everything walks into it.

Osama Bin Laden walks into a bar and the special forces throw everyone’s bodies into the ocean.

A boy, a bear, a piglet, a tiger, a rabbit, and a donkey all walk into a bar, mess the place up, and pay in honey.

God walks into a bar and Jesus is already there and there’s this Awkward Silence.

A serial killer walks into a bar and kills everybody.

A bar walks into a bar.

A bar walks in on a bar and it’s uncomfortable and the first bar doesn’t know what to say and just closes the door.

A man and a woman walk into a bar and then later out of a bar.

Sisyphus pushes a bar all the way up a hill and when he is about to walk into the bar it rolls back down again.

A psychotic maniac charges into a bar but is very well spoken and makes a lot of friends. Later they’re all into regime change.

God kills himself in the bathroom of a bar and all of time is spent piecing him together.

War is in a bar and never leaves because a genie keeps refilling its glass.

A bomb goes off in a bar and destroys everything and your philosopher friends are like, “Well, what really is ‘a place’?”

The wind blows into a bar and Dawn is in the back spinning a frisbee on her fingers.

The Devil Reads Poetry

Full crowd tonight– all of Niobe’s kids,
Eurydice, who’ll be leaving early,
and Persephone’s here. It’s Spring in Hell.

I spent this morning crossing the river
In Charon’s boat; he’s gives the best feedback.
I’m still trying to write this one poem

But it just won’t come. I think it’s about
Filling an empty place up with something,
And how the emptiness grows around it.

Sisyphus takes my shoulders in the wings;
Inside I’m trembling over this line like:
I made my world one endless metaphor.

I almost called my brother yesterday.
I just want to figure out everything.

Jokes

A serial killer walks into a bar and kills everybody.

A horse walks into a bar and the bartender doesn’t even like horses because of something to do with the length of their faces but his daughter is giving him those eyes and he groans like, “not those eyes!” and later when the bar closes they take the horse home.

A rabbi, a priest, and an imam walk into a bar and all complain about their diabetes.

Sadaam Hussein and Osama Bin Laden walk into a bar and Donald Rumsfeld points his hands at them like guns and goes, “Pew! Pew!”

In this one dimension, the big bang occurs in such a way that the universe is a bar and everything walks into it.

Osama Bin Laden walks into a bar and the special forces throw everyone’s bodies into the ocean.

A boy, a bear, a piglet, a tiger, a rabbit, and a donkey all walk into a bar, fuck the place up, and pay in honey. Later, the bear, in a confused state, steals back all the honey.

A woman named Harriet and 51 of her imaginary friends walk into a bar wondering where the party’s at.

A woman named Harriet walks into a bar and the bartender falls in love with her and she falls in love back and they get drunk together and have sex and it’s decent.

Harriet is the bartender’s imaginary friend but he always forgets that.

God walks into a bar and Jesus is already there and there’s this Awkward Silence.

A bar walks into a bar.

A bar walks in on a bar and it’s uncomfortable and the first bar doesn’t know what to say and just closes the door.

A man and a woman walk into a bar and then later out of a bar.

Sisyphus pushes a bar all the way up a hill and when he is about to walk into the bar it rolls back down again.

The bartender is the sun and no one is sober.

A psychotic maniac charges into a bar but is very well spoken and makes a lot of friends. Later they’re all into regime change.

God kills himself in the bathroom of a bar and the rest of time is spent piecing him back together.

War is in a bar and never leaves because a genie keeps refilling its glass.

This one guy in a bar keeps talking about his penis.

Everyone is on drugs.

The bartender can’t remember going outside and wonders if his life is some sort of joke…

A bomb destroys everything in a bar and your philosopher friends are like, “Well, what really is ‘a place’?”

1 million kittens walk into something.

The loud hum of everyone talking is in a bar. As you lean back in your chair something blinks.

The wind blows into a bar and Dawn is in the back spinning a Frisbee on her fingers.

The Doors

Andy Warhol handed me a golden telephone
and told me that with it, I could talk to God
But I knew that the music would keep playing anyway
even if he were not listening
so I kept making it
tasting it
all the while wondering
Where is the new wine
we expected all along?
Dying on the vine
they replied
while you were singing silly songs

But we were meant to open doors
the gates to Dionysus
and in passing through them only found
that our isolation was inside us

Give me some time to find myself
let me follow my guide on paths through the past
let me visit the rooms of my sister and brother
before I give up my life at last

And I’ll read out this song I wrote
about feeling alive
and know that I’ll only really sing it
when I’m about to die

The Flight of Diana, August 13th, Aricia

She takes off her clothes
to spill the blood of another
two-story god
with a building in his body
and vines; cracks along his facade

She spins around the room
to watch the moon until morning
and lays her sheets upon the ground
where they’ll soak up the stains
of what yesterday made

She combs out her silky hair
and the only secret she ever had
and tosses herself from the balcony
where she lies upon the piny heather

The forest hides her now
though she remains carved in marble
in some courtyard under a long lost mezzanine
and there a boy mourns her body
while she watches from between the trees

Glaucus and Scylla

I take out a moment
while the sea boils around me
I am breaking my own bread
because the prophet here is me

She hides under the horizon
while the cold waves bite my face
One day I will cull my inhibitions
and dive to my escape

I never fly with my hands tied
I dive deep and still can breathe
You can pretend you’re on my side
while I pretend that I can’t see

The two of us are intertwined
hiding in silt and seaweed
We leave stains across the mountaintops
that tempt us in our dreams

Bubble to the surface
I’ve seen your eyes alight upon the sun
you won’t believe what’s waiting for you
where the land is lost and won

But when you see your reflection in the water
know that I’m waiting right beneath
Your love may come and go, dear
but at least remember me

The Odyssey at Bedtime

Sirens might be silenced
by the song you sang
as your ship cut through the shallows

My epithet describes my eyes
and my owl is like clockwork
I am a boy; now I’m a man.

Taste the lotus, eat the pig,
open the bag, and feel
the wind against your back

Son, you can walk across the river
to set the devil free or save the lady
with the rough-spun cloth that never was long enough

Wrap up this blind man’s song
with the heft of a spear
and a reunion flecked with blood

As dawn spreads her rosy fingers
take a moment, little one
and lay yourself down to sleep