Poetry for the Masses!

I wish I could make this a little more interesting, but for now this will have to do. (I'm letting the poetry speak for itself.)

Holy sky on which we stand
more ghosts rambling by
like bread bakers on the way to the bakery
climbing on top of a huge balloon
floating over the streets canals rivers
of a darkened urbane landscape

The invaders come from across the waters
unstoppable, welcomed with open arms
embraced like a lost lover
gone 20 years
looking old pale drawn
laughing together realising you no longer have anything in common

Slow down the pace
slow it down-
keep it manageable
invest in plastics
eat your peas
wear sensible shoes
and look both ways

When i was eight i dressed up like Flash Gordon
for Halloween
I had Flash Gordon pyjamas
that came with a cape and everything
they were the same pyjamas that i unwrapped my presents in
on Christmas that year

In a city they erect a new building
and for a change no feminists complain that it looks like a penis
which it does
but the shape is incidental
in that it maximises both function with available surface area
without disturbing the delicate urban ecosystem

In the sky we see the ghosts
of our past present future
dancing-
but never together
engaged in some paranormal apartheid
where they sometimes shout things at one another
but stay segmented with their own

Around a table sit a group of people
silent and harmless
waiting for a hearty stew
cooking in a huge cauldron
that looks like a witch's cauldron from a comic book
but isn't
just hangs over a fire
and has broth and potatoes and carrots and beef
-just a little bit of celery-
and the people sit wishing they hadn't welcomed the invaders
quite so readily

One man keeps his shirt on
backs up his hard drive
manages his own 401K
never crosses without the light
and always punts on fourth down

I had a dream once in which
i was digging for ginger roots with my hands
outside of a supermarket
in the middle of a foreign city
where the people all knew me
but i didn't so i pretended to know them
and when i woke up i made a cactus omlette
with just a little bit of ginger root

-kevin mauro 25 October, 2000

glimmer and twinkle
Deneb and Altair
watch intently

scorch and sear
Cautha
rises from the deep

spew and singe
Pele
awakes and groans

consume and Destroy
Agni
races ahead

flicker and lick
Yggdrasil
gives freely

illuminate and soothe
Apikunni
drifts away

I stare out my window
into the icy darkness
of the crystalline void
i w7rite and ty6pe
and an uncountable number of
sparks dart this way and that
under a streetlight
bef4ore landing on a window
a rock
or a Toyota
that says NYC NUTMEG 9.