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Tongues for Days
purling this timidity into
cities translated by clouds
as forever rests
on gossipers’ tongues.
*
gulls been fending for
and fending off
longer than this shyness
ever existed.
electricity’s been static
fingertips
discovered nothing
but an experience.
*
didn’t go / didn’t get
mad
but took in a tear
on receiving news.
sheltered sadness
fostered it
for sake of something.
parrots had nothing to repeat.
mockingbirds eased of mimicry.
quieted, calmed –
reflecting on the essentiality
of being
another animal.
*
instinctively,
descent comes closer to home
to find the core –
bypass wounds, scars, sore spots
to dismay of symptoms
distracting the cure
*
in fear, death rises again
within
breaking out
heaven from hell
fury from fate
–
injustice amused
*
with a distaste being mutual between
needle and cloth
thread – the only common friend –
binds both until
the job is through.
*
aloof
crammed into the corners of the mind –
holding up the walls of theories never to be
a fly holding back the boulder
telling Sisyphus
give up the task
what worse could possibly come?
*
rain hungers for a face
tongues for a drop
Could Be Competition
“can you make it rain harder”
(Prince – before the Super Bowl)
the world don’t behave
and why not
what else is there to be
but transformed?
*
nothing compares
diamonds/pearls
pressure applied/mounting
couldn’t make anything
else
*
when the lakes rose, doves found higher ground. there are tiers. places to rise to.
*
it’s not all symbols,
symbolic, symbolism
but maybe it is. if so, own it. that’s how freedom works. it’s how bats become bigger than the night. how an echo becomes the cave. how in and out transcend placement.
*
and how does an elevator
have the strength to
carry on?
*
what will it take to coax a cessation out of death?
*
as if life
ever had a choice
there’s no other king in town
*
ain’t got no money
working part-time
pretending the rest
.
a little much
. . .
what’s the other?
*
the max,
the morning papers,
the moonlight
who can’t be asked
anything anymore the way it used to when it was cherry
and only a red corvette could be
competition.
Variety
who decides ‘or’
? how unfortunate are those
who have power over choice!
here in cells w/ stow away
diversity
there is only ‘and’
crawling into pores
forces tongues
to reform / revolt /
rear-end
codeswitches stuck
on one more signal
up ahead at crossroads
needed to be crossed
to reach next
reference point.
*
this is both a determiner and the determined
this – the first person
– singular / collective
this – specific. definite.
of this who has control?
glory be to the world of options,
to the land of variety.
Planning
As so on a by-passed day
when the self
so willed
to find a sharp
and 90 degree meeting
and rest there
a bit
facing away
from the room
it also created
when action
overpowered
planning
(inspired by Luis Cernuda)
When Sometimes is All of the Times
sometimes
all there is to suffer from
is
from
Relying On
Relying on no entrance
thought becomes
is
and therefore
thinks for itself
Processing an exit
as continuity
Fearing its own disjoint
as the essence
of death
Which also has no reliance.
New Work at Queen Mob’s Teahouse
New Work is up at Queen Mob’s Teahouse
. . .
how did we grow up into this place?
what trades landed us here?
I was busy being a bookmark earlier, stuck in the middle of the story. I was a paperweight trying to keep the plot pinned down. I was not made for conversation. or I was but I lost my destiny getting here.
. . .
http://queenmobs.com/2015/10/poem-kenyatta-jean-paul-garcia/
For Another
the go-getter of emotions
the one with the team spirit
to rise to all-star status
and show others
how it’s done
living through joys and indifference
and yet not so simply sad.
*
complexity grows, fluctuates
and frightens other passing moods
into immobile states
before losing
energy for another.
When Truth
when truth does not lie enough to feel safe, then there’s always faith
to fall back on,
bestselling belief
something to fill up on
as all else burns away.
desire exchanged its wings for lead feet
one last kiss was just another undefended explanation.
tender affections cried out for shoulders to rely on
to lift up from where illusions begin
uneasiness travels
even as it is
held back
struggles escape
give themselves away
.
what charm hides
is severity = sincerity
of situations
slight, slimmest hints
(c)overt flirts
something to imply
before honesty finally comes through. Ends it all.
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