Twenty-sevens

Three from B.J. Soloy

2008-08-16T06:11:00.000-07:00

Belly Hearth

Under your cockney
whistle & flute,
tucked in the nook of
your daisy roots,
a little leg-
stretcher, rye, corn juice.

A 27 #2

This breath smells pickled,
kosher. You should
give it a what-for,
give it the old
wet panscratch. Mine
my fillings for gold.

The Hill

Richard Buckner churns,
you weep. Zig-zagged
down the flood plain. De-
toured. Red-wings flag
each perching point,
and wind sings each bag.

One from Emily Anderson. One by me.

2008-08-01T10:47:00.000-07:00

Twenty Seven

was three years ago.
Thirty is not
that much different.
Summer's still hot,
I'm still alone
like I always thought.

--Emily Anderson

27 Confession

Since I kicked this and
that, I take a
sour occasional
comfort as I
chew aspirin
tabs one at a time.

--Andy Trebing

Chet Gresham and Patrick Culliton

2008-07-25T12:33:00.000-07:00

This

Read my thoughts. I think
and my heart near-
ly stops. These things I
must not forget.
I do not know
how. But this is how.

--Chet Gresham

Elaine, in some other room,

dips her pen into
the well & starts
to me quietly
a letter. Sounds
bronze a little
& then sheets mostly.

--Patrick Culliton

A crown of 27s by Tony Trigilio

2008-07-21T09:34:00.000-07:00

Jack Ruby

I am weak in what
truth I want to
tell about and what
is the truth. I
can speak the truth.
I’m not a crackpot.

I’m not a crackpot.
I turn around
and show you tons of
telegrams taped
to my cell wall.
I can speak the truth.

I can’t speak the truth
here. Get me to
Washington. Am I
boring you? Chief
Justice Warren,
am I off the beam?

Am I off the beam?
The kind of man
who beats his horses?
Dancers click their
heels! I bore you.
Where’s my polygraph?

Where’s my polygraph?
I’m telling you:
I’m a martyr or
a screwball! I
shot him myself.
I felt deputized.

I felt deputized,
acted like a
newsman. Get me to
Washington. Let’s
do business, boys.
The drinks are on me.

--Tony Trigilio asked me about the idea of a crown of 27s. I am, of course, elated with this. Thinking about one of my own now. Cheers!

Two by Russell Jaffe. One by Daniela Olszewska.

2008-07-18T11:25:00.000-07:00

MY JOB

In the filing room
I help build the
evil empire.
But I have dreams,
files high hopes:
florecent light stars.

PIZZA

The pizza is not
healthy for you.
I don't care at all.
I eat it and
I shout at the
people walking by!

--Russell Jaffe

Jewelry

I have a little
loop hanging white
around my deer neck.
Around my lace
trajectory.
It's a pull pleaser.

--Daniela Olszewska

Small things of great beauty.

2008-07-17T07:04:00.000-07:00

Response to my call for submissions has been very encouraging. I've received some very interesting poems--and lovely things are happening inside this little constraint. Thank you all so much.

I'm now in the process of deciding tomorrow's post. I plan on publishing several poems on Fridays for now, because that's when I feel most inclined to slack at work. It may become a poem-a-day page before long...if I can get my act together.

Love,
Andy

The First Batch: two 27s that rhyme and one that doesn't. Becca Klaver, David Trinidad and me.

2008-07-10T13:12:00.000-07:00

Table for One

When's the last time you
took yourself out
to dinner? Just you
and some sea trout
and so goddamn
much to talk about.

--Becca Klaver

Nursery Rhyme

on a stack of what
I guess Bibles
for the love of who
I guess Jesus
Confucious says
but doesn't mean it.

--Andy Trebing

V.O.D.

Barbara Perkins,
Patty Duke, Lee
Grant, Tony Scotti,
Martin Milner,
Sharon Tate, Paul
Burke, Susan Hayward.

--David Trinidad