Robert Beveridge /The Exploding Cannonball/

The Exploding Cannonball

Tuesday night
what are you up to?
who is
mr. friend?

whispered marital aids
pervade the pelican’s convention.

Arp Arp Arp
Arp Arp Arp
Arp Arp Arp
Arp Arp Arp
Arp Arp Arp

Hands!

How many surrealists
fish.

Dada!
Dada!
Dada!

whis whis
whis whis
whispered wisp
ladies in lavender
painted stood
in lines
to hear
the first man
in their lives

Dada!
Dada!
DADA!

creation creation creation
science—hee hee

we can sit
in the park
and make jokes
about love—

alienation
alienation
alienation
love
this machine
this society
this automated
world—

this movement
this fire
this headache
tablet

this homage
this love

 

 

 

Robert Beveridge makes noise (xterminal.bandcamp.com) and writes poetry just outside Cleveland, OH.

Recent/upcoming appearances in Pink Litter, The Algebra of Owls, and Main Street Rag, among others.

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