William S. Tribell & His Leary Jeremiads

Midterm

We all need places to go; real or not

Contentment in our containment

But that’s cool too

When the room has a view

For a great many

And nothing I can do

The dogs are in again

And we are pissing on the fires

 Begging the Question

The mind outside the mind

Outside the outside, sideways and slippery

Poetic logic – chance

Linear, but many and steadily unsure

The Language of Abjection

Laughing loud but longing

All the while aware and weary

Leary but driven – and so then bold

Egg

Human progress is deconstructionism

Our growth is painted death

The lumberyard, the tannery

Our industrial birth

Ancestral

Gods of power

Holding mean sticks or holding flowers

Monkeys with car keys

Chance of rain

Cocaine drain

Second hand, slightly bland

Sterilized and filtered through

Western civilization

And in triumph of the rational mind

The probabilities do not add up

They multiply

Oversexed ne'er–do–well; starving artist type with erratic sleep patterns and a penchant for travel and aimless wandering. A Pushcart Prize nominee; William has contributed to journals and magazines around the world. His favorite color is green, he thinks sushi is great, and he has done his part for Post-It art.