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Friday, September 23, 2011

the well

the rope caught his face as it fell,
which he thought cruel

he grabbed at it but
it was slippery and his grip was weak

he was tired, cold and wet, after all

somehow he managed
to coil it around his waist
and did nothing more –
he was unable, even, to wait

and then the light appeared
and he could hear cheers
as the rescuers, good people
hauled him up
and out of the well

posted by Kirk at 4:20 am  

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Pig (2)

imagine if your name was “Pig”
and you chose it
Pig is a word
now it’s your name
you chose it
it was by design
i have friends
and/or acquaintances
called
Tree
Circle
Milk
too

posted by Kirk at 9:21 am  

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

five

five fingers
five true loves
five people you meet along the way who are five true friends
five senses
five milligrams of heroin
five lines above

posted by Kirk at 3:52 pm  

Monday, September 19, 2011

Silvio Berlusconi: An Eighteen-Word Tribute

YOU FUCKING CUNT I’M GOING TO PRICK OUT YOUR EYES WITH THE BLUNT END OF A CHAIRLEG

SLOWLY

posted by Kirk at 3:45 am  

Monday, September 19, 2011

Pig

why was i born
why was i born
see, if i was going to be born
and someone told me before
i would’ve chosen to be
a pig
i could’ve nosed around
in my own excrement
and that of others
there’d be no mirrors
(that i could see, anyway)
and quite unknowingly
i’d have been happy
and gone about my business
without pretending
i was something else

posted by Kirk at 3:34 am  

Sunday, September 18, 2011

goodbye great man

he saw what was coming
and smiled wanly

magnificent, brave man

then upchucked a puddle
of what first responders
would later, in code,
call “coffee”
(and, forgetting themselves momentarily,
“A massive internal bleed, probably”).

he asked his son to sit him upright
but his discomfort would not lessen
his wife, below,
squawked into the hallway phone
distracting herself, denying

a rare curse left his lips, reluctantly:
“bastard,” he said

then keeled over
to the right,
robbed of his dignity,
still clutching a bucket
part filled with coffee
and was gone

posted by Kirk at 5:29 am  

Saturday, September 17, 2011

Poetry At Its Finest. Shakespeare Will Be Rattling In His Grave Wondering Why He Didn’t Think Up These “Onelets”

posted by Kirk at 10:40 am  

Saturday, September 17, 2011

Seeking But Not Finding (For Robbi)

rather than his treading down upon it
the pavement rose up to meet his soles
with every stride

it was taking him
on a journey
he neither chose
nor rejected

his direction was indeterminate and unnoticed
both at once,
was bereft of his will

he sensed he was part of a whole
but a whole of which he was unsure

and he knew they would mock, dare he reveal
this secret

it played on his mind
to the extent he could no longer think
and his body, once strong, became weaker
every day

seeking but not finding,
his mind was the bane of his soul

posted by Kirk at 3:41 am  

Friday, September 16, 2011

Petronas Towers

In January 2009 I posted the following here, including a photo of the upper part of KL’s twin Petronas Towers:

http://kirkaustin.net/?p=278

(If the link doesn’t work you can simply search the Kaptain’s Blog for “Petronas Towers”.)

Shortly after, I was contacted by Y, a Korean art student, who wished to use the image for his or her art – a request to which I gladly acceded.

A long time has passed since then but I was very happy to receive an email from Y yesterday with the result, which I think is stunning:

posted by Kirk at 4:42 pm  

Friday, September 16, 2011

Untitled (4)

the system will not log me on
some undisclosed error
my sons fiddle with iphone, their god
books lay scattered, idly, on the floor
their riches unread
the work of someone’s years lost without survey

loud voices from the kitchen:
preparations for a meal
eaten while (american) tv bears witness

the clatter of crockery reverberating
from stainless steel cavities of modernity
hollywood bitches bitching
flat screen
obscenities

everyday life
reality

i woke up today and
wished i could wake down
thank you
for my being born

posted by Kirk at 3:28 am  
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