Four Poems
Billy Cancel
adrift fortuitously or be kept for the pot don’t move into next county just to be named get-in-the-box-get- in-the-box then presently thin blue tongues of flame you’d have to paint draw everything not to mention update the spine i remember last july warm colors approaching ran into a swarm of them didn’t get suckered extreme principle of beast intervention yellows orange reds much joy i bit gamely until the end you could at least have sharpened your faculties that outlandish rig in parsley soup as near to right we were going to get over here they have established a coordinated system of crud if you need to make a telescope with your hand
crank up the pig foot dazzling kid rough few incident stream marigold crisis now grey drift take me to my pipe before the skim ‘n’ scum get here of their spectral puppet play you must trace their cunning wires & leave this woodsman little to say cryptic signage but unfettered by such nonsense let’s go all non-chronological lapse into self-aware it must suck being you a spokesperson said to which i countered fresh proliferation upon sloping grassy margins is what it’s all about eels is snakes we know that but here is the recipe take it for what it’s worth at home before slagging it off
transcribing a folk song pinpointing a tumor don’t mind more wonders of the invisible world but 15 hours to make 6 worth without some rustic to pick up the slack suggests to endure life with a swollen red face is to have it in perfection he says i found him compound of inactive stuff gross aspirations cut short by blue flash pork boom mischief here too late & squashing the injured not a first order sport all i did was emit light bothered & wearied for half a day by a bad piece of low marshy ground my compulsive radar’s thematic affirmation went blip faint blip to an aggregate of light blue flute blue cello dark blue double bass darkest blue organ dear reader i hope now you may agree i have given enough space to the insect question never made the starring part like onion or potato how to disappear between 2 glowing logs do tell
of miserable grey tangle a jolly thing make crystallized result spread glows within lean yellow trumpet notes rate this digression brightly naïve incantation means some random trace for the rest of us yeah yeah yeah the weather all that can be wished for diluted clergyman’s throat with short disorganized noise bursts gave it a destined alteration of tone loss of strength & exhaustion were the penalty in sloppy translation i flirted with modifier who held the line between animals nice cameo as the sister of an idiot can you at least check this tannery built 6 miles upstream which chokes the brook with chemicals bark & ooze? end of chapter 4
Poems by Billy Cancel have recently appeared in Blazevox, Bombay Gin and Other Rooms Press. His new body of work, GAUZE COAST, is out on Hidden House Press. Sound poems, visual shorts and other aberrations can be found at BillyCancelPoetry.com.
