Sing As If Your Song Wants to Be Dressed in Nursing Shoes

sing, because the ground is rarely
completely flat

sing, because the air is rarely
completely a solid

sing, because the mountains rarely
reach completely to the heavens

sing, because the sea is rarely
composed completely of UFOs

     *     *     *     *     *

sing, because the song has been written

sing, because the breath is there

sing, because the band is playing

sing, because you are on stage
and you are the lead singer
and they’re already at the first chorus
and all you’ve done is wave at the dolphins
smiling at you from the first row

sing, because it’s the Grammy’s
and this was supposed to be the big comeback

     *     *     *     *     *

sing, filled with silent disaster
sing where somewhere in between
could fall

sing, for you are finally
asleep
sing like a wrecking ball

     *     *     *     *     *

sing, for it is not too late
to become a doctor

     *     *     *     *     *

sing mentally (meaning inside of the head,
not outside)

sing about things you once thought
would be eternally gold and glossy
which now appear to be growing hair

     *     *     *     *     *

sing, those on whose wings
heavy aviation comes

sing, because the morning is here

sing, because they’ve finally removed the boxing gloves
from your fists

     *     *     *     *     *

sing at the guy who told you
"You’ll never sing at me!"

sing to him:
Hey, I’m singing right at you!
So who is the stupid one now!?

     *     *     *     *     *

sing into the sofa cushions accumulating
loose change in your mouth

     *     *     *     *     *

sing as you are pulling meat out of
your teeth

sing as you are pulling teeth out of
your meat

sing as you are pulling teeth out of
your head

sing as you are pulling meat out of
your head

sing as you are pulling your head out of
your head

     *     *     *     *     *

sing because your surfer-girl hair
is wavy, windblown and way cool

sing because you just read about
these bio-identical pellet implant things
that do these things to you – really good things

     *     *     *     *     *

sing as if singing were a nasty disease
you need to get rid of

sing as if you considered singing
to be a very powerful drug
and do not stop singing
until you overdose

     *     *     *     *     *

sing all the old songs about there being
another North Carolina
underneath of North Carolina
where everyone is incontinent

sing all the old classics about
Rudy the zombie elf
who shits zombie elf shit
in everyone’s shoes
while they are sleeping
or making love

sing all known sea shanties!

     *     *     *     *     *

sing! (meaning "more!")

     *     *     *     *     *

sing as cardinals in the nest of
the first altogether abandoned pontificate

     *     *     *     *     *

sing out a statistical call-to-arms

sing, the way fear attaches itself to the magnificently frantic

sing about how some languages seem to
be Spanish

     *     *     *     *     *

sing:
is it the bump that turns the road
into uneven lines
on a poor day
on a poor road
even the good road liquifies

     *     *     *     *     *

sing, eligible respondents

sing predominantly in
one or two syllable shared implies

sing, in some instances,
calling for an offering

sing a taped version
of the electronic sounds

sing in whatever majesty ye shall be shewn in

     *     *     *     *     *

sing enough to have families

     *     *     *     *     *

sing, usual indicative presence
sing, subject of a subordinated clause
sing of 22 rates of cleft palate and fetal resorbtion in mice
sing of low-level, whole-body burnt vibrations
sing a sweet and pleasing fragrance

     *     *     *     *     *

sing:

no, it is not a shoestring
it’s a knot fallen apart
how can we get the knot back
and place it in your heart
(preferably in the left anterior descending artery
forming a 100% blockage of the LAD –
a type of myocardial infarction
generally known as "the widowmaker")

     *     *     *     *     *

sing, adoptable showcases
sing all which is that integral part of renal wastage throughout the world
sing vowels and consonants unlikely to be of use
sing, because rumor has it there is a “lightning rod” for those boys who do not sing

sing like skin that is in turn test skin
persistently present in the
classic rash pattern around a parabolic blind

sing, because there is no possible way to turn
90 degrees on a psychic compass
into physical soldiers

     *     *     *     *     *

sing, at ease
sing, at attention
sing in all the other states
Sgt. Brown forgot to mention

     *     *     *     *     *

sing a description of the song you are singing
being sure to use as many concrete nouns
as you can

     *     *     *     *     *

sing, for you are the signature being
of the sing ceremony

sing, co-presented by a new light
running in all directions at once

sing, for you love to read
and can fall asleep at any time of day

     *     *     *     *     *

sing the last equally true verse
accompanied by a xylophone
and a light blu gel

     *     *     *     *     *

sing, if you are not able to talk about it

sing, if it helps to stop
the talking about it

sing, if it helps to stop
the singing

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  1. WOW! This flarf poem blew me away!

    Very imaginative and so singing to the masses of the flarf movement.

    I love this piece my friend.

    What inspired you to write this?

    P.S I haven’t seen you post anything in a long while now. How have you been? What’s new with you? Sorry I haven’t been around. I’ve been involved with the dVerse community of poets here on wordpress. It’s an online challenge for poets to write about a certain topic, post it up and everyone will come by comment on your poem and yea. It’s fun. Sometimes they have a free for all – which you can post whatever you want and your can post your link poem on their link box and everyone will see it and stop by your page to read and comment.

    Hope to hear from you soon my friend.

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  2. Thank man! I’ve had a child…actually, my wife had the child…and actually we still have him…so change that to “I have a child”…he just turned 1 on Tuesday, so my time for poetry is RADICALLY limited…although I still want to keep up the “1-post-per-day” pace (achieved through the WordPress magic of backdating)…I have about 60-70 things ready to post, but haven’t found the time. Maybe this weekend I will try to catch up (something I’ve been saying every weekend for months)…oh, well. Keep writing!

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