Showing posts with label mouth. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mouth. Show all posts

Saturday, June 8, 2019

Mantra(s)


(1)
Put this is your mouth
tasting this flavor of thought
smell the breath with in.

(2)
Lingering outside
you choose the notes to pick up
and savor the sounds.

(3)
Prove you can jump in
and out of the echoes left
in the chorus line(s).

(4)
Get inside between
and stretch as much as
you can momentarily.

Painting by Thomas Eakins [Public domain].



Tuesday, September 4, 2018

The mouth heals fast


Tongue is too fat
to speak-
not because I bit it,
when I should have
known thy musclar
self-well-enough-
when I should have
known well enough
to shut up.
It is still swelling-
pride protrudes itself,
a warning-

NEVER
put that in a poem.

And Do Not Step on the grass
while seeds sit on top, germinating
like a poem. Too much
disruption
dislodges
any potential root
formation.

It is best not to flex with words
or assign metaphor more meaning
than conceivable
or suffer the stretch.

Here the open gash pushes
the inside out-
hypersensitive to air, this is where
salt heals,
and the best solution
showed its work,
long-hand,
ones carried
over the columned
poem.


Painting by Jules Breton [Public domain], 'The wounded Seagull' 1878 via Wikimedia Commons.

Monday, March 26, 2018

Choking objects


The ingestion of pain medicine enhances our sensitivity to this signal.
The ingestion of antibiotics reduces our resistance to infectious bodies.
The ingestion of alcohol makes us laugh at others, makes us cry for ourselves.
The ingestion of sugar boosts energy-depletion.

The resistance to opinions solidifies opposing positions into belief.
The fixation on a focal point drags momentum.
The five most commonly used senses are not enough and too much all together.

Climbers are all idealists trying to scale the marble stairs of personal justice,
we should rise to our occasion.
We have misjudged the floor based on sea levels.
We try to find ourselves and stop when there is a glimpse of one,
There are two, two systems, two selves, fast and slow, inside and outside, shallow and deep, which give and take responsibility, blame, onus. It was all on us, the two of us
just using our lips for consumption.





Artwork by By Sarah Stilwell Weber c. 1905 [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

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