two poems by Jon Leon



untitle: No. 8 of the Programme Soft Razionale


Cashier ID
The haves’ indifference
and their disposable interest
Wound, kill, advance
Smell of the place
detriment, wounds, shrieks
for a cease fire Outside
the panorama
—a landscaper
trudging home, minor
fraction

Teen Age Post-Angst
Triscuits and wine for the usurped
please


To those who should
put down their pens
Put ‘em down

To the many dispossessed
Pick 'em up

Spirit of the Now


Continuous anesthesia
by codes, pomposity, topos

In every poolroom and
clerk's dig this hemisphere
—line of acceptable, doable


Goddard
a cut-up

The thinker oft
thinking Lives
lived

Multiplicity of human behavior
We like
We don't like
We like
We don't like
. . .


Carpenters, architects
computer manufacturers

in method yet dis


Not rope pullyed
The jackboot to kinetic freedom

No transference
No definition

Not
as superior position
but one of the crowd


Scott, server
Andrew, grocery
Josh, construction
me
at the sub shop


False modesty, misgivings / proved
Henri Ascher
Cortina Papers
—polemic
No / Tolstoy

For "might have beens"
are ares
The will was there
there, outside, your
study


Our hands-minds
Done with

Conjoint us
malaise

First fist two
scribble

Noneffective
shallow


Dear council members
of the Atlanta chapter

I agree
transportation is a human
right


correspondence
not returned
letters unread

Walking mummies


Hear, a medley:
A broken leg
wrapped in duct tape
no bus fare
rocks rocks George's
rocks

Paper hats

Park II Delta
Park

Riding through Cabbagetown
my little boombox playing Journey
on Wylie Street
My Huffy squeaks along Dekalb
Avenue as the east-west train
rambles over head I go by the pub
and throw a nickel to the fountain
have a Budweiser at Camelli's
and watch the athletes cross the parking
lot barefoot

"Have pity on me, O God, for men
   trample upon me;
all the day they press their attack
   against me . . .

yes, many fight against me . . ." #56


Enough he says travail, succor










untitle: No. 5 of the Programme Soft Razionale


Kiss the waiter
innocent provocateur
Now, heuristic measure
lyricism's fostering
of dissent
       —suckling / The great Northeast
boxing our ears
Life's measure available
tendencies
Confound the rabble bom
esprit I
II


The drum tap
'pim, pam, pom'
And the purply
drops on the puncher

I am sighing and enjoying the lull of flutes . . .

Unlike the malingerer whom steals and oft loots

Dark too
sleeping haus
Atlantic culture, slogging
the grease

And again
some abstract disease
called commandment
dispersing the loaves
but not

Application status

Not found
not enemy of thee
You imagining the first immoralist
a falsist back
lemur

Slinger III

Band á partè
like the entire movement (vague)
defining and elucidating
what we ought not
—illmoderne


Lightning strikes not
the people But who are they
really

Ah, mania
that farcical disruption
40, 60, 80 percent

O the frenzy in numbers
O the dole of heady maxim

Have your violent critique
it is necessary—

Yours truly,
the materialist


Night-life happening like barbarism

Your cock, the inquisition


The emporia of our digging
The big box they flock to
—We


Indifference to money
Fast apparatus

Luggage, the colored case
Only whom have it

Seemingly to posit
Disclosure sample

Courageous, soberest
Remedial tryst


Champagne flood
'pon the hill I'll never see


The first instance
of refusal, the turning away
from awayness—awareness
whence comes
dialectical sleep

A birth to things
Gluing the splinters
back into stools

Goodness,
forever the estranged
best friend

My eyeballs locked
to your hotel door
the balcony above the gardens
your sweeter parts
tips of your fingers
tracing the skin of the petals
a weak sun
cutting the flesh with walkway

The parlor
The foyer
The lobby


             Who, having time to create freely, would invent the unreal
             Presence of us or
             The leisure of creation
             possible only
             after the Real's
             annihilated
             injustice
             Perhaps the censors were right
             But now
             contemporaneously
             to absolve the
             occasion for
             depiction No
             right to pardon
             tinkerer