On behalf of those throats


On behalf of those throats

with voices

aimed at ears

too full

to receive

anymore news.

Here,

the spaces left amid the lines

and print

is there.

Let fall those songs;

overlap these stanzas

Let these movements

twirl and twist

and cross fingers

for next time.

* * *

Adults need imaginary friends too.

Nights passed

on pillows

with or without

a mate

are still and long

in December.

 

But another’s perspective

can whisk

dreams and reality

together

to stiff peaks

for the climb.

* * *

Nutmeg flecks in béchamel

As ants cross the sand-

utilitarian laborers

and jarheads

burrowing-

putting in a hidden

palace

for a queen.

Skin speckled,

cinnamon on cappuccino foam.

Hopes and reality

are not

as childhood plaits

anymore.

Pulled and peeled

away

penny candy

licorice

The knock-kneed girl

is gone.

* * *

Foot-staring

turned from moments

to nearly a decade.

The intricacy of the shoelaces

never loosened

nervousness

and never bound

anything but the tongue.

* * *

Tight.

Two braided kids

on schoolyard concrete

with but a chainlink fence

as a third hand

to hold

the Double-Dutch rope.

Harmonizing

as breath gets heavy

in the jumper’s chest.

Singing all those skipping songs

while the cord whistled

past ears

and ponytails sway

and cornrows

become frizzy

with sweat.

* * *

Out to sea-

crest above the ship

rivers mingle to ocean

drop

to

drop

till puddles form.

But can’t drown here

where the whisky’s

not neat.

* * *

Raisins, peanuts,

assorted seeds

almonds

filberts and the rare macadamia,

granola too

fishing for chocolate

as the trail gets longer

behind than in front.

Trees turn forest

eclipsing light,

raindrops

and the endgame.

* * *

Never meant to crease your pages-

leave no mark

on the dark green hill-

no dog ears

in life,

as space and time mingle

to separate

mate from mate

from

all those co-occurrences

that aren’t ‘posed

to happen

as talkers talk.

Code-switch

stuck

so trains

run

right at each other

Splinters, metal, moneyed-passengers,

conductor and caboose

combine.

Well, now it seems

they’ll all be going to the same place

As even God likes

his potatoes with corn,

gravy, cheese

and meaty bits.

* * *

Pigeon-toed boy

hoping to knock down threes

-lay down the assist.

The folding chairs

spread

-drills

weaving on a loom

a silk

orange scarf

in the hands.

Then comes the hero,

with thoughts of the net

and an elongated

endless

sign of infinity

to wrap around.

No points for this endeavor

so when

it’s time to begin

and trips,

instead of getting up

stays down –

decides to see what’s there

in that grain

in the shellac

among the legs –

why there’s millions of bucks

in the sky

and new shoe deals.

* * *

Null accents

from moving around / living

with all those kids

(some of which struck a nerve

not a good one).

Down and across

melt in crosswords

and mean nothing

removed from the clues.

Japanese number puzzles

place Arab numerals

one to nine

in disarray.

And every once in awhile

letters clog the brain

until

it’s forgotten that with fractions

you cross-multiply.

* * *

Never take water for granted

nor anything else

either,

air or the second person

(becoming third).

Imagine the sea off Southern Spain

centuries ago.

Ostrogoths, Vandals, Moors,

Castillian, Basque,

the Church,

Islam.

The Latin vulgar

and Arabic

a chanting wine song,

Koranic verse

and our nuniya.

Intertwined

in a verbal form,

a lengthy poem,

us.

Lost individuals

wrapped up in the grammar

of the captors-

it was worth it,

then swept up in fits

of a larger identity

all the dust

collected in handled pans

Mixed –

forever

for always,

the tongue

the accent

the stanzas,

the prisons,

the questions

not destined

for answers.

 

 

The power and ownership

shifts

and all that remains

is ‘nos.’

* * *

There is no coincidence

as the fly finds itself

in the spider’s web.

It was just an intersection

of persistence

and curiosity.

* * *

Twisting and twisting

ladder

scaling

evolution

on double-helix.

All that happenstance

was DNA

and thousands of switchbacks

up the slope.

And even more so,

it was

the mingling of laughs

as one audience

with the greatest joke.

So, some came from the sea

and some stayed right there

And the cat stayed asleep

over the Chinese sky

as twelve others assembled

the zodiac.

Now, he’s just a another soul

staring at the door

of a restaurant.

* * *

Don’t think for a second

it was only

the Portuguese who had navigators,

All those maps

with carefully

placed X’s

and coastlines

a few miles off

read by cross-eyed sailors

and sent up

to the crow’s nest

as sails and oars

were adjusted

under the supervision

of the cartography

and calligraphy

of so many sources

near and far.

* * *

Straight lines

pierce the O’s

of tic-tac-toe

which would be no game

minus the crosses.

* * *

Scurrying country chipmunks

Don’t dance with city squirrels

that’s probably just because

they like different pop songs

and neither likes a liar.

* * *

Just then,

the puppy  had a change of mind

turned back the circle

but for all the eddies,

dust devils,

and cyclone

he ain’t never gonna

get that tail.

* * *

Divisible by 4

and then by 2

now it’s prime.

It’s even

so even

skaters trace its figure.

Endless flat

or raised to Mobius

strip

follow

follow

the path

it’s basic string theory

with one twist

and then that’s

when serendipity comes.

 

Chapbooks and Long Poems


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truth is limitless approach   – zazen – everything    being pertinent even in freefall   where words label lies as much as give home to perceptions   and also   to feelings which accompany     all things – displaced, removed, otherwise     luminal at the site of the accident – which was no such thing or act

Finding An Ending


Finding an Ending

. . . so desperately anxious to do the wrong thing correctly.                   Saki (HH Munro)

Let’s walk away from home together.

Let’s try our hands at the traditional.

Let’s write a wish list and incinerate it.

Let’s live down the future and history

That society wrote when it filled out our forms.

Remember me while we assume each other’s steps.

Let’s complement

Let’s never compliment

Let’s find wild mint

Let’s rhyme lyricism

With cynicism

And motivate more words to be written

In our defense against the weekend

When there’s five more days to live for and through.

Let’s let a pudgy person’s passing smile be enough

To smile back

Thinking of tropes

And not thighs as our calves tire

And corns fester in soles.

Let’s go scan the block of another world.

Let’s turn obstacles into stepping stones.

Let’s make a scene.

Let’s set the woods on fire.

One be the east one the west

One north one south

All front page news for the cardinals

And pope to comment on.

Let’s embrace the unkind.

Let’s be our own understanding of a neologism.

Let’s define.

Let’s never be only one sense, one tense or part of speech.

How do you feel, honey, with bees gone and smoke filling the comb?

Let’s underwrite an insular subculture.

Let’s be pretty and sure.

Let’s be the sidewalk after the rain has fallen.

Let’s wish on one another’s superstitions.

Let’s make up fragile lucky signs

For hers and his and missed arrows cast from legendary bows.

Let’s still be something even after leaving.

Let’s say this is the most special time of year.

Let’s be hands off.

Let’s close our minds around each other.

Let’s be hectic. We’ll hustle. Come up with a new grind.

Blades be sharpest since leaving the guild.

Let’s look out the window at our own reflections in the sky.

Let’s talk about the comfort of cages and dots on dominoes.

Let’s share foods exotic to others but break our hearts

With memories of mothers passed away.

Let’s talk about how many mothers we had.

How everywhere we went someone adopted us

Then died.

Let’s be stronger than tears and sadder than someday.

Let’s fix the problems others don’t see.

Let’s text so we can hold each other’s voices.

Let’s find a common rhythm in separate songs.

Let’s make a space age career of falling from clouds.

Let’s touch the Ark of the Covenant and break the Holy Grail.

Let’s ask the lake to give us Excalibur.

Let’s make the once and future – here and now.

Let’s be a roundtable of two.

Let’s unite and knight each other.

Let clothes reek of parties and sunshine.

Say hello to exits. Say you only say ‘insane’ ‘cuz you’re not on the inside.

Let’s make lies be scared of us. Let’s make truth hide in fear of dreams.

Let’s make God question the existence of science.

Let’s make a will and pass down the freedom we found when we lived without free will.

Let’s be remedies to barbwire sicknesses.

Let’s come down with Stockholm syndrome.

Let’s be the fist balled up around nothing

Behind the back then presented for choosing so that wrong would mean

Holding onto a goodie.

Let’s tri-fold into envelopes postage paid to addressees

Who will write ‘return to sender’ across the white space

So our faces will be flush against one another for another trip.

Let’s find two textures in velvet. Let’s spill oil to see rainbows on the street.

Let’s have a hard time finding an ending.


			

Misful Wishtake


from there on in

the coming is rough

 

above all illuminations

of a doubt

 

on river of moonbeams

countdown of worries

too much

to know where to begin

largest numbers

return to zero

* * *

even weak storms

are missed

in droughts

* * *

wishes take form

from mutiny

at heart

* * *

mistakes

always seem

to go

before corrections

are understood

* * *

over thrown

kingdoms

of nervous mirrors

 

over rested

children

kissing first time

dark

and created

under daylight’s

eye

* * *

started ravenous

waves

ate ancient

 

saved modern

for tomorrow

 

held distance

in shadows

of nets

* * *

shallow lids

did best

they could

to shield vision

from feeling

second best

* * *

fugitive peeks rose to occasion

took mission

as destiny

* * *

conscious

attacked

itself

* * *

truth

was turned down

 

but truth

takes life

in stride

 

sees rejection

as its favorite

outfit

* * *

whispers tried not to

but cut through sleep

 

offset any sense

of a cure

* * *

brooding

began

when

the missing did

* * *

wish

took up

sentry

over breakfast

* * *

liberty

misplaced

wingspan

* * *

eager transformation

-sigh-

another weekend

* * *

neon gave signs

lessons in youth

and age

 

took out for a date

mistake

* * *

impatience

persisted

for serendipity

 

hoped in

jitters

 

prayed

in fashion

of moping

* * *

sublime

moments

remove

sails amiss

* * *

waking brings mist

* * *

full winds enter

wingspan

found

 

freedom

possible

matures

* * *

swift

close to dingy

filth

of sunlight

refused

welcome

 

heavy dust

of silence

fixes

 

at-hand world

 

overturns

with sleight

in mind

language

thawed

 

(originally posted on altpoetics.wordpress.com)