Peter Stuhlmann
Peter Stuhlmann lives and writes in Ottawa, Canada and can be reached
at pstuhlmann@mailandnews.com (although we also have a
pstuhlmann@yahoo.com address for him).
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the slugger & the lamb
she's got the right prick
this time - snared
him with her star wars hair
& lexically
corrected vision - it
ain't sexy, no sir, but monday
it is & raining the elegiac
avenues of snails
- which i almost miss
in the mirror again, doing
my best duke
grinning from the side
of my mouth
& to think joe dimaggio, the slugger
& the lamb
pea-eyed with wonder
in love when fur babies were still
the rage
anyway, she's got her talons
tricky full - so i'm
the one to call the third-world taxi
& the palmist
out on a night one fat
star sits up there pig-eyed
like a pearl of cum in a marxist's navel
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04/19/2001
we were married beyond recognition
which means, I suppose
freedom to shift
through the body's rooms
like breath pulled through a damp cigarette
Life without momentum
is a mantis who's forgotten to pray
you said
much as Spielberg or Lucas might say CUT
And how clever
you were, the host who rushed
to market on a day too sunny
for words to have her ovaries bugged
What you need now, more
than anything, is a smoke
a new pair of shoes, the muscle
to choke your Chekovian clock
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in this, i'm reading my own stuff, voice
it's one thing to murder
but to tip the boys' coloured pencils
w/curare
(while exotic, fragrant w/bat wing & guano
[cue applause
[cue announcer tie change
is a bit much
as it would be to see a mop of wiry curl
under lady liberty's
arm
from On High vantage (we are made to roof- ride
the bus
w/other ochre people
(free-fuckers of the world unite and blaze
'til God's heel
grinds us away as he does
his last cigarette every morning before bed
a bit of pop-culture
fun
that guy in new york
reaching for his wallet (or comb
when the fists
in blue
slap hell for leather
& punch him up 13 times
[cue smile change
[cue final, colour-fast wash
Peter Stuhlmann