Arizona Bulletin
The mind trapped in the body like that
it goes without saying -a dependent
island unto oneself, merely
the sum of one, a whole at least
even with a zero through your skull
the point blankly is
there are guns
in the hands of madmen and America
has made a symbol
of its yearning for violence.
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Friday, December 10, 2010
Rob Ford Cherry Pork Roast
The apparition of this jacket
A partisan at the podium
Pink petals; a pig white breast.
A partisan at the podium
Pink petals; a pig white breast.
Saturday, November 27, 2010
PPM

As the Prime Minister of Canada I would like to apologize to Michael Ignatieff for portraying him as a Yankee when it has been our Conservative policies that mimic those of Republican America. In addition to this self serving behavior I admit we have been soft-soaping taxpayer money for partisan purposes and I apologize most unreservedly for treating governance as a gimmick with which to jimmy open the doors of majority territory while acknowledging that we will continue to do so in the future.
As the Prime Minister of Canada I apologize to the gun registry lobby for a failure to act and I vow to build a majority blockhouse from which to shoot dissenters with my illegal weapons and tiny smile. To Jack Layton I apologize for not growing a moustache myself. To gays and lesbians I ejaculate that our prior beliefs and statements were false and unkind. I apologize to the U.N. for undermining its mandate while asking for an increased role as if the world were indebted to us. And I apologize for my paranoia even though it isn’t paranoia because the world really is full of liberals and foreigners.
And I would like to apologize to the First Nations for apologizing and not meaning it. I would sincerely like to apologize for this death by a thousand cuts. I apologize for the tar sands, dirty oil, and for millions of dead ducks. I apologize for being the second Prime Minister from Calgary following a laissez-faire economic doctrine that inhibits egalitarian policy on every level. I apologize to Alberta for Alberta.
As, the Prime Minister of Canada, I would like to apologize for pretending to be an artist when I am a narrow minded economist with regressive social attitudes pinned to a strictly judgmental and religious fabric of punishment and venality.
And, lastly, I would like to apologize for being really damn boring except when I plunge the country into constitutional crisis for short-term political gain.
___________________________________________________________
Since we have a Prime Minister that likes to pretend he’s an artist
I think all artists should pretend to be Prime Minister.
The Right Honourable Kemeny Babineau
Friday, November 5, 2010
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Found and Twisted Poem
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Friday, June 18, 2010
Belford's Decomposition



In his latest full-length book of poems, Decompositions, Ken Belford successfully deconstructs not only reading and writing, but also the various lexicons of an urban capitalist culture bent on control. The poems themselves read like a poem in decomposition, this is organicism to the letter, language decomposing, on our tongues, with our thoughts.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)


