November 22, 2018 
Comments Off on Sub Text
Smith is good with words
(all write)
and Art—with conversation,
Gabby’s gift is mainly
–discourse and oration. . .
Cathy likes to chat
(too much)
while Miles keeps the minutes,
Abel will debate the bull–
with doctors if they spin it
Simon’s prone to say
(it’s said)
all those on stage will whisper
but twisted—I—will scream and shout,
to lookie-loos and listeners. . .
October 31, 2018 Comments Off on auto correct
the hollow in
side
thinks giving
all my
kiss must
have been
draining
No you’re
wrong
–hollow urges,
contrarily–
but resolute
I disregard,
and
valiant I’m
dispelling
demon.
October 22, 2018 Comments Off on Sunrise in SB
a lil’ “California Streaming” for ya’…
…And this is why we say: Have a nice day a lot. Soo…
Have a nice day…(a lot!)
October 21, 2018 Comments Off on When Veggies are Magic
why’d we call them
unicorns?
aren’t we talking
‘bout the horn?
square in brow
–a peg!
(a stick)
how did veggies
join the mix?
it ain’t a kernel
twixt those ears
–or corporal–
from what I hear,
I posit
pone
should be replaced
ascribing roan
with horny face.
September 26, 2018 Comments Off on I Could Not. . .
I could not see.
and sewing buttons
from belly,
and nose yet to form–
realized I didn’t breathe
(without)
so pinching peeks,
I poked holes
wherein all sound ceased.
then silently
ripped lower–
‘til gum flapped into
bubbles
barely big enough for loft
(in life–less form)
and missing you,
I could not love
set shaping hearts
–in coal, and sand–
played both hands of deck.
September 17, 2018 Comments Off on Mad Cow
she had a cow
(because he was a bully)
but somehow
(through bovine providence)
they worked
out their respective beefs…
September 15, 2018 Comments Off on the Minutes
We dwelled
in one story. . .
a concept coerced into agreement
–one
verse—
ongoing & incomplete,
this mash-up of styles,
is ruled & rigid
(constellations named, planets punctuating)
free & formless
(a stitch in time fabricated)
it’s a continuum
devoid of metaphor &
lacking nuance
–elliptical poem of all that’s imagined without imagery–
our universe
is cold
(and hot)
vast
(and suffocating)
–expanding outward in
relentlessly onward trajectory,
moving forward toward backward
–it’s every word in every sense–
a journey unlettered
or littered
by sensical signs
–equation
of far-fetched angle
(0. 1. 0. 1.)
–simple &
unsolvable–
the difference
a product
that to sum is a
force-fed “quota”
dispelling
–and spelling–
all unknown fear.
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