Poetry — April 2, 2012 0:13 — 1 Comment

Word Graffiti from Central Mexico – Dan Hedges

Between alpha-thoughts
Warhol sucks limes,
where Pontiac and derivatives of art-freedom
levitate,
sacrosanct.

Baroque patterns of chaos and free will
march (loyally) to the array of micro-trumpets,
so as to live with words once again.

Bio-chemical mindscapes,
known as songs to the self,
obtain merit badges (Allende was a Scout too).

‘Alouette’ the hopeful derivatives
of gallery momentum,
or reverse migrate where required,
to a new ritual of orange.

Carriage of Aztecan brass shapes
un-art that ‘old thing’
and caffeine ‘some something’
in the meantime.

The manuscript aims to debunk
grammarian sticklers and bonehead Lords of the ‘art-world,’
word-worlds away.

Quantum cliché hipsters take un-ironic geometry sets
to angle-find America,
where crows and Eden un-spawn the metaphysical
to infinity.

Triangulate the set-list
for bushy tailed humanimals
and orphans of field-guide aesthetics;
Tree-diagrams set forth the monster conundrum,
where hummingbirds quell
quill squirching non-sense.

Bio:

Dan Hedges currently teaches English in the Sir Wilfred Laurier School Board of Quebec.  He has also taught literature at Sedbergh School and the Celtic International School.  He has lived in the Yukon, Spain, Mexico, Ontario, Wisconsin, and Quebec.  Dan runs an artist collective called HUMANIMALZ.  His poems have more recently appeared in The Maynard, Ditch Poetry, Jones Av. Quarterly, Fortunates, and  Haggard and Halloo, and are forthcoming in Marco Polo Arts Magazine, Inertia, and The Camel Saloon.  His first collection of poetry, Agrammatical Humanimalz, has recently been printed.

One Comment

  1. Lis Anna says:

    Incredible poem. Really.

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Blind me. I am the seventh human sense
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Januswise I make us men;
Glamour
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From the forest
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