misener @ March 8, 2010 # 8 Comments
The Art of Listening
by shawn misener
this world orbits dimensions unsure of themselves
and these tiny creatures inside me rule everything
eyebrows raise while eyeballs fly
to the tune of the fourth stooge, an indomitable spirit
whose spit makes rain on our heads
his purple smoke fills dreams like paper balloons
LISTEN-
the drive-through window is accepting hieroglyphs
and applications for unemployment in outer [...]
misener @ February 10, 2010 # 5 Comments
Testes Theology
A time/space bounce between Shawn Misener and Quasimofo
1.
They erected PVC crosses
marking an apocalyptic energy pattern
from Lansing to Stephenville
They sucked energy drinks through their ears
while Jesus stood at the end of a diving board
made solely of indifferent souls and tungsten
looking down he remarked to his sidekick
about switching the robes out
for a purple body suit made [...]
misener @ December 15, 2009 # 7 Comments
Michican 2009
by shawn misener
I haven’t seen an unemployment line,
but I have seen an unemployment room
stuffed with computers and people
who will help if you raise a hand.
My romantic visions of withstanding
the brutal winter in a jagged line
of forlorn men have not come true.
I expected to be huddled up and
shivering in that line as it stretched
around abandoned [...]
misener @ November 28, 2009 # 3 Comments
Black Friday
by shawn misener
We’re done being thankful
My ego is barking from a barn
my selfishness is tearing a hole in my eyelids
my veins are splayed lines of bleeding consumers
The turkey’s in my pocket
waiting with the patience of the dead
for the gravy of massive deals
As the first snow drops in silence
and disappears before touching the asphalt
we don’t [...]
misener @ November 20, 2009 # One Comment
Scar Tissue in a Cosmic Holding Pattern
by shawn misener
My state of being is only loosely held together
with thin pearly lines of something like hope
something I used to call optimism
before God hit me over the head with his floppy dick
My aortic valve and sigmoid colon came up missing
when I woke up in the slushy claw-footed tub
that [...]
misener @ October 5, 2009 # 7 Comments
Hills No More (Return of The Whooshay)
by shawn misener
The Body of Christ melts in your mouth
not in your hand.
Jesus would be better served as milk chocolate
laced with expensive shiraz
and dusted with dehydrated lake trout
They sell cheap centimeters of his tunic on Ebay
and people twitter about him sixteen times a minute:
Jesus is with me
Jesus is with [...]
misener @ July 26, 2009 # 6 Comments
The Meat of the Bacon Fish
by shawn misener
Bacon fish meat
is the stuff of lore in the mountains
I saw the Captain Lou Albino look-alike
savoring one tiny bite after the other
from his corner table outside Beggar’s
His beard dusted with tumeric
eyes googly with intense reflection
on how wonderful it must have tasted
I sat three tables down
asked for what [...]
misener @ June 27, 2009 # 2 Comments
michael jackson
by shawn misener
They all go from geniuses to freaks
emerging from brilliant white closets
to faces painted white
they all go from geniuses to freaks
They pop out of nowhere like stray bubbles
and linger like steel memories around our heads
always there to hold and caress
when we need to feed, to talk about the others
stray bubbles shot from an [...]
misener @ May 1, 2009 # 5 Comments
A Noose of Injection Molded Plastic
by shawn misener
He trudged home from work
and stuffed his magic under the couch
where soon a moldy rainbow would emerge
spreading cocaine and kool-aid sprinkles
across the avocado shag carpet
He sat there under the influence of darvocet dreams
lacing together words with boogers and spit
while his children experimented with motion sensors
and his wife re-invented [...]
misener @ April 6, 2009 # One Comment
The Perfect Salad
by shawn misener
Several years ago I made the perfect salad.
Place: The teacher’s lounge, where over-stressed and decompressed educators “unwind”, a place where school politics are carried out through teeth slathered in ranch and tongues layered in soda pop. It was there that I composed this salad, this unremarkable vegetarian dish that [...]