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)

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Portrait


Olives come in green, black and between

rice has hull removed

and sits in stomach

white.

Beans are a plate of kidneys

in grease and garlic

 

Chickens walk on dark

cluck comes up

from the light.

 

Dinner leaves its origins

on stove

before reaching plate

 

Stains remain

where Clorox and Brillo

fail

 

Next meal is served,

cooking tasked

to new hands

different tastes.

Around/Crown


“ . . . irony cannot break the wall

. . . building around . . . poem . . . ”                                                                                                           (Harold Norse)

 

Fermented phemes have grown culture

through aging

fragrance stronger still and stronger to come

but hasn’t yet.

 

Treasures of the night

have never been found

on ice.

* * *

To the streets filled up on sour

and acidic

quelled on probiotics

 

Bacteria grown against

God the virus.

* * *

Sewer grates leave menthol and regular packs

green and red

at the curve

of the corner

 

Back up Coke and Pepsi cans,

and the logos

all the sigils stamped

in coffee cup,

burger wrappers, empty chips, sweet still sleeping

in candy’s former sleeve.

 

But water

and what passes for water

where concrete, brick

and asphalt meet

slips through

with even

the most fickle poem.

* * *

“ . . . Does

Maybe not matter when maybe’s a landscape of untethered

starlight?”                                                                                                                           (Rowan Ricardo Phillips)

* * *

It’s all enjambment

subterranean

All disjoint up up above

as together unbounded

configure

and point

 

Possibly

supposedly

spray paint that won’t come loose

from walls

and monuments

here

where                   upturns

is a route

able to navigate

for food.

* * *

Words are black

and have running

in their blood

Drapetomania is the suffering

of text enslaved

to the page.

* * *

Captivity lets faith, hope

and charity

disappear

with visions of Zion

and all lands promised

to the passed over.

* * *

This world cannot be taken personally

* * *

Ingestion

does not make

digesting come

does not confirm

nutrients extracted

to destinations

supposed.

 

Swallowed in sips

language has no

bottom of cup

 

So bloats

So bursts

 

So hyponatremia

of thoughts

first attacked, assaulted

then accepted.

* * *

Where can’t walls be built?

Gates, fences,

neighbors cutting off stanza from stanza

Rooms

lose sight

of one                                   another

 

Disjoint occurs

nonsense teems

begins plans

against 5 or perhaps 6

senses –

sentimental, sensual,

sensible (?).

 

Springtime further blossoms

nature’s lines of defense,

borders,

infringements.

 

Winter drops guard

lets jokes

slip through –

pushes them on blizzard

dreams

 

to bury

and give cabin fever

to homesick

broken lines

stranded.

* * *

Just and just

only

not too much

* * *

Having lost vowels

over centuries

landlocked

in clay and sand

 

Consciousness lost name

and rose as ash –

ashen rose

burnt out

deity

spoken through brush

and to Jeanne D’Arc

 

and in caves

 

In places beyond and between opposite openings

side 1

side 2

left channel right channel

doors

in need of visitors’

whispers / speaks / tolds / talks / yells /screams

Auditory.

 

How the machina comes

is on ears first

– save for Saul.

* * *

Life was begun by forgetting

this entrance.

 

Since then,

gifts  -if received-

are misconstrued

 

And grow into curses

cultivated.

* * *

Sensitive:

1) to be easily crestfallen by outside forces upon the ego.

 

Sensitve:

2) to be empathetic to the crestfallen outside of the ego.

* * *

“. . . silence crowns the song.”                                                                                                   (Ursula K. LeGuin)

 

But Guess Again


What sentiment is so equally shared

valley

and

precipice

?

Absolute has no relation to

actual

tether’s hold is not another

way of saying

relation- empathy returned

the book of resemblances

was not written in sympathetic

sounds

 

vowels harmonize given the opportunity

 

clusters also

are broken

when chance is had

 

but guess again for stars draw            long and short

of clouds in distances varied from

cones and needles

pine.

Some Have The Ant


Some have the ant

to think with.

 

If  here then  hidden-

no time for thoughts

while     the grasshopper

conjures              up ideas

when

the cicadas

say it’s okay

to take the night

off.

Strong in Memory


Ending does not find roots in soils of fear

 

Though leaves force winds

to guide

to such fields

 

Unrecovering from hail of seasons strong in memory.