"roofers" poems
Oh, to be a tortoise
and never need a house.
No realtors, no mortgage,
never a call for
roofers, plumbers...
or ever to build a shelf!
Mar 3, 2012
Mar 3, 2012 at 12:01 PM UTC
I saw three men on the roof today
and there was another,
with a big beard and a bigger smile,
that oversaw a jerry-rigged machine
making terrible noises
hooked to a white pick-up
that fumed with dark smoke
and smelled of awfulness
they each seemed willing to do what
they must, and happy to do it in fact
three men on a roof
one on the ground
working on this gray
and dreary day
the future seemed simple then
Jan 25, 2012
Jan 25, 2012 at 10:03 PM UTC
marketing work stalls imagination,
the benefits of the internet are
that you can bypass all that marketing
and become fudge stuck cancerous
in a spider-web of your own choosing
debated as either giving or
marketing... but given this is a century
later, marketing stalls work...
i'd hate to be an allen ginsberg with
only one poem associated with my
creative output... how it's "necessary"
to congregate and carve out
a one-hit-wonder...
if plumbers and roofers and electricians
were treated like that...
we'd have one drainage pipe,
one roof, one light-bulb used by
a population the size of new york...
oh yeah, that would really work!
one toilet for a bully like napoleon
and about 10,000 soldiers ******** their pants;
indeed the modern concept of sharing
original work is like the old concept
of marketing... although in this new concept
no one earns anything of value
that can be readily exchanged -
time isn't readily exchanged, space is
inevitably exchanged, but time isn't -
an hour of psychoanalysis at £100, e.g.,
a free poem, no poet at a party drunk with recitation...
win win!
what's that game... a ping pong table
with cups filled with alcohol lined up like
bowling-alley pins, throwing ping-pong *****
into the opponent's bowling-pin arrangements...
jägermeister o'clock... chug chug chug!
well done; go puke in the toilet...
i'm going to walk home and have a sing-along alone.
Apr 2, 2016
Apr 2, 2016 at 8:48 PM UTC
*oh, what glorious things the canadians and americans think of the british, in their set narrative when a tragedy plagues these isles; mainly stressing the british concept of tolerance. well... perhaps the morbid politeness toward muslims, that the hindus didn't get, back in the 1960s? hmm... or the bourgeois media class... with their affectionate portrayal eastern european builders... well... **** me, are all my brethren builders? we all seem to be builders all of a sudden, like that's something to demean people of skill. you know how degenerate english builders are? how unskillful they are, in the roofing trade? my father can show me roofers with 20 years worth of "experience", and the photographs are worth a good long pause, and lament... they were changing the tiles on my roof, and one night, with heavy rain pouring down, water was seeping through my ceiling... scots were known to be the best roofers in the 1990s... replaced by poles.*
anyway, talk of graphemes...
polish has, in all honesty,
four potentials to become graphemes,
i don't know how, but they could become
unique script elements...
alas
sz cz rz dz
are in their own category, distinct from
the category of grapheme...
it's almost a shame,
the four being digraphs...
oh... and you know that there's a trigraph
in the english language?
you know it, i'm sure...
y = why,
but no one will tell you that that is a trigraph,
even the dictionary won't tell you it's a trigraph,
it'll tell you why is either an adverb and exclamation
or a noun... but never that it's also a trigraph
of what is also a monograph, represented by
y... and perhaps, just perhaps,
this is just one of those mysteries
worth excavating from the tombs of the tetragrammaton,
and set against a rosetta stone of the modern
era... in what becomes of
the hebrew serif י...
perhaps, well, only possible
in english the trigraph why...
encompassed in the monograph that's y;
and that's only one h short to complete the equation.
Jun 5, 2017
Jun 5, 2017 at 1:03 PM UTC
Living in NEW YORK CITY and going to tar beach
For most NEW YORKERS this was a treat.
Taking your beach chairs, towels, and blankets
And a radio to the roof.
Some would come up with shirts and pants
As the roofers began to dance.
Listening to ALLEN FREED, COUSIN BRUCIE, and **** CLARK
And seeing the treetops in the park.
We did not need to go to concerts downtown
All you had to do was look around.
We would lie on the blankets taking in the sun
Or dancing to the music and having lots of fun.
We would gather as groups and start to harmonize
With every roof joining in – it is easy to visualize.
A crescendo of voices floating in the air
With people looking out their windows
And their voices they would share.
A water hose connected to an apartment below
Where we could cool off and water balloons to throw.
You could take your suburbs, your farms and little towns
But nothing to compare to the NEW YORK CITY sounds.
Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 8:26 PM UTC
it's just a welcome distraction...
that's all it is... modern art
is an act of: being distracted...
i do agree that it's in the bin
when compared to the renaissance
aesthetic...
but then translate that appreciation
of the beautiful... and you
get an immediate counter:
***********
**** shaming and the rest of it...
evidently my contemporaries can't
appreciate beauty...
we need welcome distractions...
it's called: re-evaluation!
i know it's just a canvas
with a black square painted onto it...
but i've been having restless nights
while roofers are refurbishing my roof
and i've been waking too early for
my pleasure... i blamed it on spring
at first, and then i was like: huh?!
oh right... there's some ******* banging
a nail into wood on my roof...
like today... there's a lot of mess on
the mini roof outside my window...
and then there's this block of "artificially"
glued-together clippings of wood...
and i'm looking at it with my sunglasses on
and thinking... hirsch... hirsche...
gonna bake me a' apple pie...
(' = h) -
so there they are, doing the roof
and i notice all the mess outside my window...
and i spot this thing glaring back at me...
it's a piece of wood that's been made
into a blank from all the offcuts...
but the patterns on it are like
a kaleidoscope... it really is what modern art is
truly about: a welcome distraction ****
it really stinks of the building site... i'm
not going to keep... out the window it goes
from where it came) -
(the current background) -
but it's a welcome distraction...
it has to be, that's why modern art
isn't **** - but it's an antidote to adversiting
that has become so "artistically" infectious -
modern art isn't **** per se, it's so simple
because the "art" of making an advert is
so ****** psychopathically complex!
variations of a forest.
this be one: the digital complex
regarding where paper came from... the ******* trees!
now they're saying: paper doesn't grow on
trees... sure... but it's imbued in the bark.
p.s.
i tried to forget her, she introduced me to
in extremo...
i had to find antidotes...
akin to: corvus corax, garmarna... etc.
Mar 28, 2017
Mar 28, 2017 at 10:47 AM UTC
The roofers are done with their day
So off they went on their way
But they left somethings behind
And wouldn't you know I'd find
When in the open box I took a look
And my hands they sure shook
I picked it up and put it down twice
**** my favorite vice
But I made a promise, so the Boxcutter had to stay
It was better that way
But I wrung my hands
The thoughts in my head where all crammed
As I paced back and forth
Like a tethered race horse
But your only as good as your word
Over all the other voices in my head was heard
My grandfather was a wise man
So like always on those words I'll stand
Done with my work day
I just walked away
I didn't make that awful slip
But my hands on the wheel had a tight grip
I wanted to do 80 but i could only do 65
Another promise that today would survive
Mar 17, 2016
Mar 17, 2016 at 11:43 AM UTC
The roofers are banging up above
making it stressful for the poets
We tremble with all the kerfuffle
As the roofers trail through the muddy garden
we wonder when they will be finished
As of now it is indefinite
Jan 31, 2020
Jan 31, 2020 at 5:54 AM UTC
roofers in the rain
spared from sun
chimney swifts, gliding
Apr 27, 2020
Apr 27, 2020 at 12:35 PM UTC