Saturday, August 22, 2009

Playing Pong at the Family Gathering

Twiddling Thumbs
calculates like Hollywood Nash
banter towards self
standing unheard of in corner
to crush schoolboy dunce:

minding tennis ball hitting the net.

Drools A Pool
bears de-fib's flat paddles
goldie won't bite tongue
or tear dual dreaded locks
cycle just right:

waves invisible's pings ancient game.

Entering Habitation (No Near Galaxy)

Fields of straw
we mow down
they prick feet
like berries bleed
overripe tomatoes leak
in stars in darkness
where light not seen
the way it is-- always been

balance of a dinosaur
sour our atmosphere
tobacco cured tanned skin
fur trade Earth spins
native taken aback
spit flying
wha'd he say
double edged sword
you should't believe me
walk the valley stand on own.

The Fawn

Is she sipping from a puddle?
calm in the street lights
I will defer to her wisdom
as she slowly waits
above the yellow lines

refreshed
from spring
plenty water
death no mind

here come the lights
she had better move
there she sips
what's she doing
run I think
she moves not an inch
slam my staff on pole
for communication
and in panic scream
HEY!

the speed of light
comes much faster than thought
the fawn leaps to saftey
phew I saved . . .
another to follow and crosses with ease
jeez that was close
then on macadam death
two more from family
slam unseen the driver door
awaken the speeder?

flipped to heights they all fall to recover
for saftey and instinct
one joins family
other stumbles to isolation
to blat out calls
not a dent on the door

three witnesses in sympathic interaction
come to conclusion
one is hurt
the authorities arrive
all one can say as I leave:
RUN!
GET OUT OF THE STREET!

now in paved over guilt
who was saved
a result of action
a boy through the windshield?
a fox getting a meal?
a cop doing duty?
a lion roaring?

Relieve suffering
in in-action of stars over cloud
spiraling hovering
what is the pain accumulated
in a red coming sun?
the road is death
learn no fear in hearts intent
just consequence of breath

Occlusion of Junk

See no change
the Phoenix rise
cover by cloud
maybe the youth's eyes will see
the vainity of monetary accumulation
that the black box contends
may it hold vomit water tight.

Junk in Virginia City

This junk is separate
in time space
it forwards on
held in place
the black bag catches disgrace
passing through like a tourist.

Hose it off (a riddle)

I stepped on an ant hill
and no fire attacked
isosceles is a stumbling triangle
only one angle is right
getting by
on three wheels grinding
in the wisdom of conscience
and the forgiveness
in family

no attack; no crap
hose it off and walk again.

Formal Introduction

As water falls
so these posts will come
to edit
to educate
to depend on others

A banner of honor
a voice midst the fall
of us all calling
sounding like someone

Blat in bleached colored sun
the eddy in chorus
for noone
fear nothing but all you are
do you avoid the hills
the ants so time consumingly make?

Does your very breath sometimes
feel it awakens dragons
to warm the shiver
and burn the world
to cure the duldrum
and sublimate the mundane?

In breath
It's time to sing
Can you hear
the white noise of the fallen echoes
like snow on the screen?

What can you make out
Children?

The First (27/02/0037 : 00.86.46)

This is where it goes
it all falls and rots
and spinning away
are ants and roots
webs to see another day

Arcane
they crawl out of the oak
TIMBER! had been heard
for mighty dread has fallen
on the Earth
picked the weed
drink the oil

who has said
she has fallen
shhhhhhh
no church understood
no payment no blood
left out was all understood
for thankful forgiveness

One time said
are you in love?
who reads?
I write.
this is enough.