"POP POEMS"- POETRY BY ARIEL KOTKER
Pop Poems
"Pop into my head, line after line. When a good last line arrives, that’s where a poem ends. Most lines kept, many thrown away. That is, no editing except jettisons or the occasional suffix or simple preposition. They’re in the exact order in which they arrived. I do not write these, they just happen.
They’re nonsense or they’re not, either way. Some revealed their meaning to me after they wrote themselves. My under-mind using funny words to work through grief. Some remain mysterious to me, others have taken on deep and crystal clear significance in my heart. They’re like diaries written in code I can only begin to comprehend after they’re compiled." -AK
Soft scales are shining
Soft scales are shining
the high falutin’ solution
Haberdasher halftime
another nut annulled
If your drink was bluesy
just imbibe the rust babies
and build a better life
Fatter than the land
fatter than the lamb
Spin the magic arm tarts
render the roses reddened
In the pan meander
tarnishing the teeth tub
Spot the sock sauce
and sit down beside it
Gardeneath the greenery
turn around, it’s tiger time
Feathering weight
Feathering weight
a guard in your eyes
a fine time for finesse
holding spots for Saturn
a willingness to ride
The desolation rowed
a quote from wherenever
let’s let go of complaints
Diatomaceous earth
rounding out the running boards
I’ll give up in a minute
I’ll give you a milestone
Undo the o’clocks
storm the second time
a rain race for the ages
capturing the cosmos
in your little bucket hand
Will you wet your whiskers?
Will you wet your whiskers?
The huntress is alive
Let your winglets linger
you’re working on the soft side
you’re working out the worms
It takes a tree to treaty
all the garden greengrass
the ginger and the juice
Pardon me with peace, please
sink the tiny township
burrowing a crown
start the subtle starship
A pig and a piglet
an arrogance of antlers
rising in the steam
It’s a tongue’s worth
It’s a tongue’s worth
Saturn in the shadows
pants or a piece of paper
Throw some water on it
the towering edge
it’s really brown water and lakes
Stoke the berm
make a wider circle
from the captain to the cap
A picnic and a pie
the loaming of the coat
Did you direct the dance?
Wick forth the watershed
Wick forth the watershed
the stars aren’t broken
There won't be any tractors in this one
just wait one horrible minute
Everything is an anniversary, Twiglet
you and me in Malmö
The soup and the tureen
the missile and the mark
Did you break the breathing?
Parse your own passage
Luckily, the landlubber
rises eye and shoots
Wait for the wedding
Wait for the wedding
the antelope awareness
don’t waste your face
Follow me, Ptolemy
do your best with the space race
The cathedrals are sitting
Oh, the angels of ants
give your glance a chance
The volume is voluntary
The volume is voluntary
it’s a diaphragm of daises
it’s full of joy
Where am I supposed to keep you?
We are a weary wonder
I keep my socks with my pants
underneath the albumen
It's a picture of a frame
a holy hound in heather
an aspiration game
A horehound’s worth a hundred
a laughing grass of rabbits
a gallivant of goats
The miner’s time is hiding
every itch is iridescent
in the closing of the cloak
An escarole in axes
An escarole in axes
a sickening surge of sometimes
the battle’s green and gray
Civilization ceases
we cull along the creases
it glows in black and white
The last visitor traded
a muscle for a cay
Ten times the treble
Ten times the treble
holding horns together
Glean the baleen, seething
clasp the sound of keening
Five or six doses of snow
a ladybug and an ant
The cathedral collapses
A man handles a ram
A man handles a ram
singing a song of sorry
These three free trees:
I want my pitch black bark back
The doyenne demeanor diminishes
color me a coronary
there's a whole string of sorrows
Put the "not" in knotty pine
organize the Argonauts
let's get this “No” on the road
A venemous stranger
A venemous stranger
The poem wrote
the battleground is sound
the mountain peaks
The rabbit rolls
and the sound slows down
Electric eyeballs
Electric eyeballs
hitting the hollow
flashing in the foundry
flashing for a foundling
In the tiny hamlet of hurt
every bell brings you back
Please don your gorilla skin
Please don your gorilla skin
only think with your fingers
do not touch the rolling ball
your gorilla bones are finger-thin
Finding lost lambs
Finding lost lambs
the lighthouse aligned
The lighthouse lends its losses
your trough and your trowel
your wall of blocks
The paint dried a little surprised
the paint dried, and smiled inside
Can you ride the King Horse?
Can you ride the King Horse?
I'm the opposite tide
the breastbone receipt
Move slowly into silence
A plate or a piece of plastic
the place negates the space
Where do you go with a ghost?
Your hands have appeared:
Scripta scriptoris
deep vega
self-eaten snow
All the strings are broken
The dusk bunny husk
The dusk bunny husk
the gift language
the mint tailor
A ghost developed
Let me live the language
let me leave the language
The elephant fell
Your assailants were able
to crap on your table
The atoms acquiesced
It’s heartbreak for a horse
It’s heartbreak for a horse
the rudimentary rustics
Isn’t there a better sweater?
The mollusk, the module
The mollusk is a must
the mollusk’s made of rust
I’ve been told to unfold
I’ve been told to unfold
a whisper is a warning
The elephant’s aware
the elephant arises
Hurry the half-horse
one supple strait jacket
the telepathy toupée
I’m holding on to my heel
A scarab of succulence
A scarab of succulence
deliver me the duck
she has dark hair and whinnies
I once gave birth to a lion
it starts its ache by turning
and the rest of the soul goes sideways
This whole song in my mouth
This whole song in my mouth
Release the marble trinity
fifteen shades of sorry
you are the human sceptre
These are the soup cups to sup
three free arms to fill
the middle point of miraculous
The boat that carried my pictures
a boat with a stone
let me catch you in it
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