Billy Cancel – 4 poems


was a period of unbroken glee
     spied upon false
monks from     the hollow of an oak     was struck upon
the head by     bleep-roar-bright-wash not     the least sense
of anger     secretly exchanged good     food for     hard crusts
because nourished by     the milk of a hind     was hardly living
on my wits  
   encountered an enemy     in smog where

one could not     avoid the other     all i got was b movie eerie pulse
sound     then was free to go         am at some shitty open mic performing come
out of the turbine darling & the ground beneath my feet is rising rising into
a vast hill so vast i’m reading now to an innumerable crowd yes         upon
the corner of mcguinness &     greenpoint ave i saw     a kid  torn
to pieces by wild geese     that same day i stumbled upon
a herd of pricks whatever         Etching 68 – His Difficult Birth
                                                                             BLACK lamp above-

                                                                GREY room-WHITE-women
                                                                       surround-GREY-bed          at worst
     shall be     consoling failure &     someone qualified to

work     the bugs out of     the program while     i lead a group of
kids through     the streets to     seek &
fucking kill     the devil

forged in the after burn of a game any drunk in any bar can play
random acts of quadpedality     in dingy corners zinging sounds     must

mean hour of     grace is at hand     clunking gears     steam vents
clunking gears     steam vents     clunking
gears dazzling phoenix multicolored
wonderful         once edified by     similar virtue upon     my leather
jacket crossed     the east river     got some deep red     gestural marks then
got nourished upon     birthday mutton fat ‘n’ liver     until
weasel bit me & raced into
a thicket     from which then     emitted digitized     time sequenced     vocoded
beat sliced voices     terrible voices         Etching 26 – Day Of The Animals
                                                                                 GREY beasts licking face

                                                                                     down-BLACK figure-
                                                                               GREY bushes-WHITE rocks          we’re
both taking     turns regaling this vulgar rabble following     us with
accounts of how bramble
footpath leads onto thorn
road         however while you’ll be eating shit at around
5:30     angels will carry my soul to     gowanus wholefoods
214 3rd st brooklyn 11215


& before me an inroad of assholes    
a similar game

i tell myself     is being played out     in dense edit     all
decorative pattern shifts     but lofty praise nullified
hair shirt irrevocable     i’m ready to be cut     into pieces &
self-affix into     a new scene     the alternative being  little
white squares that     can be moved smoothly
around     another day on magnesium
   ugly building across the fence drizzle

me second guessing the institution         was
horrified at protruding enclave     how
when your performance was     done the rush of     sycophantic
multitudes but still i love you         Etching 18 – Passed At Night By The King
                                                                 through BLACK thorns-GREY
                                                                   carriage-GREY horse-GREY

                                                                            sky-WHITE road                   eyes yellow
cake shaped     i have done
my community service for     laying
a basilisk egg &     comic parallel is
undergoing maintenance     won’t be
in operation this week

as sure as flying saucers make an annoying  high pitched whine
when they emit     lasers     my grace curdles milk     worse

mimics the thwack     of a paddle against     some plastic ball
thwack         once cattle fat ‘n’     drowsy brought me cake as i
sat in the shade of     a cedar     sound walk followed     disappointing
clunk rather     than resonant boing     highlight was     shouting
at a creature     so it moved swiftly to     some nearby hill     i fled
stingray city to escape the     fuzz gauze praise of men     dallied about
incommunicable space besprinkled     with unknown threat assured
myself    scummy bucolic lay beyond echo bridge & today
have been proven     inconclusive         Etching 32 – At The Bottom Of A Deep Ravine
                                                                                      GREY slope-WHTE
                                                                                    ditch-BLACK thicket-
                                                                                     GREY sky-GREY stars         on the plus
side cloud     of gnats ‘n’
flies has just sent     me a friends
request &     all other

Billy Cancel has recently appeared in Blazevox, Unlikely Stories & Other Rooms Press. His forthcoming body of work GAUZE COAST is to be published this Winter by Hidden House Press. Sound poems, visual shorts and other aberrations can be found at


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