Saturday, January 26, 2008




THE PIED PIPER OF HAWTHORNE


Megawatt megaphone
Melancholy zero zone
Liquid date’s crowded vacuum
Seems to come here
All alone

Burn-up fuel tank’s ugly glare
People start to stop and stare
Living wage-jinxed Jezebel
Yet seems to dog poor
Tony Blair

Down in the mouth gray
Up in the South Bay
Windward jambs herbivorous
And you can’t hear us
Laugh & pray


Jeffrey Frisch – Copyright 2004

SMALLER ROCKS THE LABEL

Correct address Francois requested
Please call her confirmation
Next appointed morning part
Beyond tree termination

National income’s ruler
Exhales bourbon wormless
Offering Francois’ lady
Golden plasma termless

Rachmaninoff the single tax
Perth Amboy not too distant
Francois photographs ironic
Less than he’s persistent

Rigging stones Francois has seen
Hinterland upon his table
Shouting distance paragraph
Draw smaller rocks the label

Navigating gender’s trail
Homestead act in Prague
Francois ladies gentlemen
Lost their dashed line fog


Jeffrey Frisch - Copyright 2004

FORTY-FIVE LOT

Easing out through harbor crosswind
Watchdog sonnets hold your trust
Winterkill floatings double shark finned
Heavier feedback recovering dust

Beloved anachron light rusty crust
Cursing speak of diesel rot
Some of my teachers feel that they must
Speaking in cursive forty five lot

Bargain rotunda stretching our land
Ancestor gamma rays learning the dance
Collapse off center never lending a hand
Learn very early they don’t have a chance

Dahlia farming Fiji steep slopes
Provincial technicality’s final stand
Slides to the ocean dashing few hopes
Explaining what happened to Glen Miller’s band.
Jeffrey Frisch - Copyright 2004

DUTCH ELM DISEASE IN THE FAMILY TREE

Positron nursery home
Is poker-faced & all alone
Saskatoon’s hot air balloon
Fevers through the crystal loam
Of calabash’s cakewalk dome
And follows lost in purple roam
Reading down Titanic’s foam
She swallows frost not overblown
Trimetric adulation sown in
Wood steel’s final groan and moan.

Analgesic anagram a binary star
Descriptive claws word empennage
Red magnets levitate barrage
Yet never always traveled far
From naked option’s painful bars
Of radiant and lovely scars.
Submersible standoff she’ll never ask
A slam-dunk slam-dance with no mask
On neoclassic pastures expansive task
That shows undeserving winners bask.


Jeffrey Frisch – Copyright 2004

5th WORLD LOVE SONG: Jack Daniels meets Jim Beam

Romance often starts at noon
And ends that night time way too soon

The love song bloom
Is always first
Where music ear drums
Beat then burst
Electric light
And fluffy fun
Taste cotton canned
& Hurt no one
On wires hard
From copper melt
Each heartbeat heard
And never felt.

Romance often starts at noon
And ends that night time way too soon



Jeffrey Frisch – Copyright 2004

Saturday, January 19, 2008




LIFE’S LIKE A GLASS HAT: Finding the horizon is one’s scalp

Sun up drop box leash & cur
Glassy legend folds side out
On medical pasta bubble blur
Unhappy look of frown and pout

Coffee roots metallic fur
Up line exit selected spout
Fortune’s dirt that hurts insure
Trade route winds without much clout

Then skirt and never build on her
Concrete air that art’s about
But circle power not quite sure
From smaller growths round and stout

Of ivy thought Sir Blanket burr
And all of those that go without.

Jeffrey Frisch – Copyright 2004



WIND TWIST


Misted Gorillas sing in the street
Sidewalks in motion evolving concrete
Underword-books overflow on your feet
Oozing red knowledge incompleted brain meat

If you’re closed then open, if open then close
The Dr. will see you to see if she knows

The gravity weight of the pressure of zero
The train stays on avalanche clouding the hero
Earthbound tree-bolted lost ends too loose
Invisible clamp leash maternal the noose

If you’re closed then open, if open then close
The Dr. can’t hear the wind when it blows

Styro cups foam mini-cloud risers fell
Discounted coupons speak brick water hell
Fiberglas trench feet sideboards diminish
Furnishing internal history an all crackle finish

If you’re closed then open, if open then close
The Dr. parrots words she really just crows


Jeffrey Frisch - Copyright 2001