by Clark Coolidge

Is that . . . ?    yes it’s him
now every bicycle is in danger
but that metal chap     he remains
a waffle copy of Frank Sinatra     I knew
what happens when you add MI 5 and 6
my pleasure     Von Thibeau ducks down at the slightest
blocking of the view     a.k.a. Dashboard Nash
reputable sunday driver     as such ?
any of you bastards speak anglo ?
but you see it’s all here in locked cabinets
you’ve seen the exhaust and buttered scones
so anyway just what was your name ?
I’ve heard rumors put to goofy use
the greenish hue of those old brothel boards

by Clark Coolidge

My name is Sydney Wallet     what time are you dead ?
were you taken from life ?     I have to go
my own way     a waffle iron     a flint chalice
reinforced plaster of Paris     all these
will come to allow me use     watch
is that a toad ?     a result of my own cruise to
Attica     let her cool     come this way please
I call this my House of Facts     Fax ?
for example here is the one who invented the shortcut
he just couldn’t stand there     The Shadow knew
but no longer     his were the more
nautical tempos     most think nothing of the kind
that’s Charley Bronson as the Man from Warwick
Keith Jarrett’s next album will be The House of Wax

by Clark Coolidge

Wow     (wow)
wait till those moon, bells run down
this church is called EI Primo
it even admits blackhats     stirred up passels
what’s the matter ?     you don’t like lead ?
enough to sample anyway     to keep my head
today’s question What’s salt’s remedy ?
it’s not paper     holy crap can’t say what I want ?
pinkster !     wouldn’t want to break out in purples
steno job doesn’t pay much     we stood
at Sinatra’s grave till the sprinklers drove us off
the best is yet to come ?     you know
the way a spider dances     a coin toss sings
just one of those

by Gerrit Lansing

          Edgy words, a discipline. The poor, with us always. Us ?  We sought the
pale intensities.
          Sunny the afternoon pasture, I love you, bookish words, temptation even
now.

          2.

          no method. The man said methodology. But the madness ? Our warriors are
singing as they go, los guerreros.   Of this and that the beaches are full, not so
obvious the eyes of cruising
men with frisky dogs.

          3.

          Oracles are everywhere Milo said, they swarm to make a witty history.
Love triangles swirling in the sand. Intransitive, what means a cloudy day ?

          Swallowing the old sun rises anew and we were holding hands in the glow
of our pooling joy.

          I pulled the card of the day and it was Valor.