"Five Poems" by Kenneth Larot Yamat
Bacardi
I purchased a bottle of Bacardi
today and drank it down with Coke Zero.
I had, with myself, a little party,
a party of one where I'm the hero
who loves the flavor of Coke Zero and
Bacardi and kills the bottle one shot
at a time. I'm the hero who can stand
the turpentine flavor of what I bought,
and I let the taste swish around my tongue
making mixed drinks with soda pop and rum
aged until it's brown and flows out the bung
of an ancient cask or hickory drum
I drink alone so I don't have to share,
I down the whole bottle until it's air.
Ekphrastics: Raise Our Voices
A tree scarred by an aborigine,
sacred runes and pathways to the divine,
marching from tree to tree like infantry,
checking every tree for some kind of sign.
What's there to look for in these dendroglyphs?
These signs that ancient people made on trees,
reminiscent of Egypt's hieroglyphs,
carved with steel with a god in mind to please.
The bark was used to make canoes and bags,
not a single piece of tree went to waste,
today the way we care for a tree lags,
the grains of desert sands is what we'll taste.
Leave half, do not take everything you can,
leave enough around for your fellow man.
Ekphrastics: The Beaten Path
The Nazca Lines, drawn in the desert sand
by ancient Peruvians over years
by beating the sand into the earth and
dancing in animal shapes. The wet tears
of rainwater threaten these shapes and all
we try to protect by banning access
to these sites, which will eventually fall
from environmental changes and stress.
The Condor, the Heron, the Hummingbird,
seen only from high altitudes and space,
everybody knows that the bird is the word
what in the near future will take the place
of these geoglyphs when they're washed away
there's no telling how much longer they'll stay.
Ekphrastics: Two Halves of the Story
A clam, open slightly, is split in two,
on half is sent to the New York Times and
the other half of the clam is sent to
the Wall Street Journal, each sold for one grand
for a total of two-thousand dollars.
each half was fastened to a pole like dogs
attached to a wall with pinching collars.
A clerk at the Journal writes in the logs
that half a clam was purchased for the right
to eat the clam meat and make clam chowder.
the huge bowl of chowder was quite a sight
but the clam screamed a screech that was louder
than a whore taking a fat Johnson up
the butt, a Johnson as thick as a cup.
Ekphrastics: Native
The skull of Geronimo is said to
give it's possessor supernatural
powers, with the skull you can survive through:
a zombie takeover, a natural
disaster of biblical proportions,
a Russian monarchy, or an earthquake,
and your children can survive abortions.
I know several people who, in the wake
of nine-eleven took chips of the skull
and hid them up their butt cracks for several
months and for this suffered exactly null
except the skull felt like a sharp devil
and made the users poop blood for the time
they had the skull covered in booty slime.
"Five Poems" by Kenneth Larot Yamat
Bacardi
I purchased a bottle of Bacardi
today and drank it down with Coke Zero.
I had, with myself, a little party,
a party of one where I'm the hero
who loves the flavor of Coke Zero and
Bacardi and kills the bottle one shot
at a time. I'm the hero who can stand
the turpentine flavor of what I bought,
and I let the taste swish around my tongue
making mixed drinks with soda pop and rum
aged until it's brown and flows out the bung
of an ancient cask or hickory drum
I drink alone so I don't have to share,
I down the whole bottle until it's air.
Ekphrastics: Raise Our Voices
A tree scarred by an aborigine,
sacred runes and pathways to the divine,
marching from tree to tree like infantry,
checking every tree for some kind of sign.
What's there to look for in these dendroglyphs?
These signs that ancient people made on trees,
reminiscent of Egypt's hieroglyphs,
carved with steel with a god in mind to please.
The bark was used to make canoes and bags,
not a single piece of tree went to waste,
today the way we care for a tree lags,
the grains of desert sands is what we'll taste.
Leave half, do not take everything you can,
leave enough around for your fellow man.
Ekphrastics: The Beaten Path
The Nazca Lines, drawn in the desert sand
by ancient Peruvians over years
by beating the sand into the earth and
dancing in animal shapes. The wet tears
of rainwater threaten these shapes and all
we try to protect by banning access
to these sites, which will eventually fall
from environmental changes and stress.
The Condor, the Heron, the Hummingbird,
seen only from high altitudes and space,
everybody knows that the bird is the word
what in the near future will take the place
of these geoglyphs when they're washed away
there's no telling how much longer they'll stay.
Ekphrastics: Two Halves of the Story
A clam, open slightly, is split in two,
on half is sent to the New York Times and
the other half of the clam is sent to
the Wall Street Journal, each sold for one grand
for a total of two-thousand dollars.
each half was fastened to a pole like dogs
attached to a wall with pinching collars.
A clerk at the Journal writes in the logs
that half a clam was purchased for the right
to eat the clam meat and make clam chowder.
the huge bowl of chowder was quite a sight
but the clam screamed a screech that was louder
than a whore taking a fat Johnson up
the butt, a Johnson as thick as a cup.
Ekphrastics: Native
The skull of Geronimo is said to
give it's possessor supernatural
powers, with the skull you can survive through:
a zombie takeover, a natural
disaster of biblical proportions,
a Russian monarchy, or an earthquake,
and your children can survive abortions.
I know several people who, in the wake
of nine-eleven took chips of the skull
and hid them up their butt cracks for several
months and for this suffered exactly null
except the skull felt like a sharp devil
and made the users poop blood for the time
they had the skull covered in booty slime.
"Five Poems" by Kenneth Larot Yamat
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