this is meant to be read aloud. the aim of this poem is to use words as a way to get beyond them to direct experience, to the real emotion waiting behind the emptiness of language, whether the author's or the reader's. lift the veil, begin.
eyes close and
open with filmy hints
fiery flint fluttering
lashes turned to
ashes learned from
unabashedly shivering
like a quivering arrow knee
deep in tree
these
entries and exits
exist only as
manifestations of the same
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fly the firmament
try to burn with it
phoenix, i'm coming.
phoenix, i'm already there.
running faucets and mouths
and cars and caves and
waddling waiters waving
their careful triumphs of trays
tarantular suns
with trembling rays
dancing on dusty
blinds that give us
sight
fore or hind
mind mind mind
the mines are empty
(EVERYTHING)
fingers - begging - hands
stroking strands of hair
the air a sea of heresy
dharma is a golden tooth
ruthless and unkempt
or some buried word
withered
gravestone flowers flowing
with red ant
hills growing
heave ho-ing a
wind blown tomorrow
borrow - need - sorrow - see
seldom are we
walking anymore
beside you
beside our selves or
empty shelves that
laugh like the tide
rising
falling
WORDS
simply
being
all is well
swollen like wounds
and tombstone tracheotomies
i still hear your
voice booming filling
oxygen tanks that rumble
rooms blooming like a
sunflower smile
infinite
ending
where it never began
neverwhere
neverending
neverhope
neveralways
neverhallways of
neverness fox trot
cleverness pulled out
of magic hats and
worn by tabby cats
basking
in the
neversun
everyone
neverwon
neverlost
neverfound
neverwound like
nooses or neese or
neverpieces of
neverpeace
because
it's all
WORDS
it's all
perfection
is
being
or
neverseeing
the neverseen
in between the
blink
bee sting sing strings
of meaningless meanings
meandering metal detector
reflectors on bikes tossed
aside a sidewalk
dumpster diving board
om
bee sting sing spring
sprang sprung rung by
rung by lung by lunging
lioness lazily eyeing
instead of
trying or crying or buying
buffalo wax museum
now you don't
see them around too
often the square the
triangles tangled
hair prayer promise
me you'll leap instead of
lapping sap sopping wet
necks flecked with saw dust
sight must have rusted
nails or doors shut or
dirt floor eye lid buckets
brought from basements
erasements
a race mints
a raise meant
a fulFALLment
of an oath
garbage can overflown
grabbing grinning
growth
sewing clothes and
showing closing
scenes seen before
opening curtains
nevercertain
neverhurtin'
all is well
neverwords
ringing like a
neverbell
resounding and
sounding like a
see shell
silent vast
holy hole
wholly whole
wholly hole
holy whole
blur blue
blur blur
gamana
we once had fins for this air we swim.
I really like the existential mentalflashimagry quality of this piece. There is a poet I have liked for years who goes by the name Copernicus (Joseph Smalkowski). He applies a similar style, is very spontaneous, and performs his art live and aloud.
"Forever shall the Wolf in me... desire the sheep in you."
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breeze brief near neease neice nice neese
binecne bebe benefice surfice suffice blithe nice
so boring into grace the face of the cosmos laughing
if retinent gracrciousness avoidaand sense dander
allthings grow lent in awe yet relent
si flow into selection it is all in the selection
no matter whare it comes from we house our thoughts and the wordss
sound themself intermitteennttllyy
and we hear sounds organize themselves in the night
a-u-m the openingg and closing of the compre-hensive word wording us
shalom,
Peter
places to go, things to do
people to be
do be do be do
--F. sinatra
Intersting mantra. I enjoyed losing track of thought to sound!
glad to hear you enjoyed the experience kq!
we once had fins for this air we swim.
We don't see many moose poems on the forum anymore, I wonder what happened to good old Sandhy.
Les
Maybe we could get Gov Palin. Now leave her alone....
Thanks Les for bumping up something unique. (did I say unique?)
I'm not sure what to say since this was before my time, but maybe we do need more moose.
Steevo
ever-y time we see a moose one of my kids thinks he/she saw a horse...sigh
so yes, i vote for more moose, too.
my first thoughts were, this would be great if read out loud.
i like it a lot
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