Archive for July 2000

Socrates the Comic

By Joshua Chalifour, 31 July 2000

Is it when one is
it when one has
come along
Colliding.

have I in this presence,
set furylife
sun so hot
it evaporated
droplike
perihelion-love
ends Quietly. One apartment

above another and next
to another so that
for every life, we’re
given some other

i was going to escape
asking myself from what
i escape.

giving way to
Pebbles
scattered
before my feet
escape
no possession

come barefoot
I, believing [...]

Taiwan Pink-Restaurant

By Joshua Chalifour, 31 July 2000

A mismatch sits windowside
across from us.

the man’s agony, unspoken, Rests
inside the clasp of his hands.

Rude position
in the public, pink
place.
but
No rules for this.

she (mirroring) orders -
but silent toward his
Crumpled posture:
elephantine.

Waiter not waiting,
-they wait not [...]

Monster

By Joshua Chalifour, 31 July 2000

Blackberry covers
overflood years emerging
from creek bed side.

soles, youth
scuffle over
waiting god-leaking
Pebbles.

Cyclical:
Sun arcs

Illusions:
Fore given,

forgetting pebbles
A
maze
meant,
but for [...]

Eavesdropping on the Roots of Sarcasm

By Joshua Chalifour, 31 July 2000

Dropping quarters
on the Heads of
the homeless,

“Doesn’t it look sunny
in the city?”

(the flesh can be torn so easily)

or these two,

“Is Taylor still
a doctor there?”

[...]

At Dinner, with Rice in which the Indians Put Smiles

By Joshua Chalifour, 31 July 2000

Faraway from
dogs and owls,
Five people are wrong.

the person says
I’m at one with crutches
see, apologies smell
sirenlike because
anxiety springs the nine-volt.
- He will be a beautiful married man.

the person [...]

Before an Unexpected Camel Race

By Joshua Chalifour, 31 July 2000

One street, First for
bars, old speakeasies – stuck
thumb prints in modernity’s
Rust lipped bilge-boxes.

Flappers burst into
just as fast
fleeting from world
an apparition that
presides once-in-awhile
in a now
come to excite this

Late night

sophisticates its inbred
nullity,
amid negative
ion airlets (snuck
from end [...]

Anonymously

By Joshua Chalifour, 31 July 2000

five men sitting
in a red-orange room.

vinyl creaks comfortably

One – cleans wax out
of an ear with a finger.

Another’s shoelace (that always does)
comes untied.

Another stares at garbage
cans lining Tuesday’s streets.

Another puts eyes through
a window, where

air glistening heat
surrounds a motorcycle.

Another just leaves
a chair empty.

The waitress brings
breakfast to the first.

The Altruist

By Joshua Chalifour, 31 July 2000

“Once, a man
telling and still,
arrived.

I was feverish
not quite asleep.
though, I knew he
wasn’t near.
really I knew he,
wasn’t.

Before that, a long
time before, a
Woman told me something.
(she was above
a staircase)
I was asleep.
I’ve slept since,
and sometimes she sounds.

Neither brought
things -
they didn’t know
what it was
“to sell.”

but after
clear world

With the sick
one talks quick.
Near the sleeping
one’s quiet keeps.

and [...]

Undone Unwant

By Joshua Chalifour, 31 July 2000

Out of the scorn of
flush magnitude laughter,
inflated
like the Round gloss beetle backs

whetted personality
parts entropic stocks
stacked for every wandering sucker enter

do you need to impale
sentimentality with charity?

suck down your hoursdrain

Salesmen fade
edging unfamiliar material
Out [...]

Strangers’ Dance

By Joshua Chalifour, 31 July 2000

The source of yellow-spine
is flowing in reverse
outside the refineries
past bedtime.

In spine, sparkles fluidity.
While women yellow-warm
Incestuously with
shrieks slipping from their tresses.

Disturbing that the red
shine of guilt belies their Centers.
They glow sweetmaize platitudes
from the center,
like wholesome Constraints.
It disturbs when
engorged eyes, pure in their
undeniable otherness,
are upon you.
But strangely, goodly, this guilt
unabashes attractions.

A woman with [...]

Solace

By Joshua Chalifour, 31 July 2000

winds blow
it all away

Surrounding an unworn soul,
the country’s insides
siphon fluid structures…
family, labor, desire
and for no time, place.

Listless leaves and
pan blue
come, nestle arm-like,

bruise-trodden faces
still gleaming against blows

breathy embrace
takes it away.

Yucca Brevifolia

By Joshua Chalifour, 31 July 2000

Without motion,
my way eclipses driven with desperation.
Nine hours, eight hours,
four more before
Decent to the overburdened
valley.
At such time
the crux of burden subsiding
just into solar sleep.
Another eight hours,
likely less.

The night before, we could have been
lazily methodical or
without concern
as we acted, though we weren’t
because plant toxins
vividly put-out the vacant sun.

Further East, Holy Lands
poison wind with belief,
the way people [...]