a note from the poet

Bernard believes expression should not be inhibited by form and reflect honestly, though enjoying a wide scope of appreciation for the many shapes the art provides, it is a personal mandate of his to increase readership for contemporary poetry by encouraging more organically formed and conversational text that reacts to and captures everyday events. He is the founder of two online sites, 'The Ink Blot' and 'The Cartier Street Review' where artists can submit their contemporary art and poetry for publication and feedback.















Bernard Alain has been published and/or featured in a few online journals recently such as the Orange Room Review, Madswirl, Pirene's Fountain, Mississippi Crow Magazine/RiverMuse Press, International Poet, The World Poets Society Electronic Catalog, Bywords, Bywords Quarterly Journal, Smoking Book and others with an upcoming publication in Wood Coin.

Saturday, November 15, 2008

out near the curb


the city can be a
pernicious snake somedays
and I have no idea
how it got in front of
me

it's the narrow streets
with longer articulators
swinging their vulcanized hips

backs flex
crowds compress

I swear the sleepers
of the next headline terrorist attack
are going to come from
this town not Yarmouth,
dressed in blue uniforms
hiding behind reflective
shades,
and hissing hydraulics will signal
a beginning to the massacre,
bystanders lapped up
by the treads of 'gotta stay on time'
and 'this lane is mine'

and the second wave
genocide
as misplaced suburbanites
make the final
[c]rush into the last
express, singing
'thank god it's friday'
and 'seeya at the pub',
one more time,
shoulder to shoulder,
as they sink into
the opiate of
slower middle lanes

they started to widen
Bank street the other day,
with sidewalks gone,
a labyrinth of gravel
paths,
peeking in from behind the
construction barricade
I can see the gaping hole,
quite obvious
it's going to take
some time

again
I and the other
supermen are powerless,
little we can do
but rest our capes
and wait

wait for it
to move along

Shopping Mall Playland



This is one of Don Schaeffer's most recent posters, the text is hard to read so I have typed it out for you below:

Shopping Mall Playland

even mid-winter light
is rosey and deep
in the place
where shapes
don't challenge

small globular people
roll on orbular color
harmlessness
under mild eyes
floating on
flowing songs.

Diane Recapitulated

Above is a poster selected from the upcoming 'The Notes of a Digital Ghost' collection by Don Schaeffer, the words on the poster are hard to read in this resolution so I have provided the text below:

Diane Recapitulated

So heavy 
when she lifts herself 
from the electric 
legs into a flesh and blood chair. 

"This damn corpus," came 
into my mind from hers. But then 
her face opened at the corners of her broad mouth, 
like a deep Irish red-head. 

And she could dance 
memories of Diane 
next door in our Pennsylvania days, 
before we found paradise.

*Don's blog is listed on the right along with some other favorites.