(w)hole sentences

This practice 
does not make perfection
but a percentage
lingers with something special.

There are notes everywhere
like atoms of crumpled 
origami sound making the shape
of scribble.

Misaligned,
a cacophony
anyone can blow or bang, shout and wail,
I am trying to make some music
but I cannot flesh out
the transition.

I was always fondest of shoes,
Like endings.

I wonder, while I look at all the
scattered pieces, 
amble across the landscape
of my desk like deer pathways
is why I cannot seem to finish...


Artwork by Hans Holbein (1497-1543), 'Studies of the hands of Erasmus of Rotterdam' in [Public domain].

X-plane-ing

Never start with

-Because-

it was not good

-nothing-Was

until you found it, nevermind-

motives mean nothing.

I have seen you,

said the old Tribe

in lieu of hollow

Hellos or glum Good byes.

A meeting of the minds may be more than

mirroring-one thing.

(maybe we see the reflective colors

sum up the subject of the object.)

Distractions do divert 

-lightening the wait

of Attraction, less is no more 

than Was. 

Entropy, conceptually, 
reminds us of death.

Heaven forbid our mortal enemy leaves us 
mementos. 

Life lingers on plans, killing time, we forget

Desire by simplifying chaos.

Using zeros and ones

we reduce friction, concentrate on feedback,

Thus, by sharing our singularity as a hole and saying

We relate

origami, fractals, nets,

Symbols are all familiar 

And with so many ways to skin Schrödinger’s cat
how could we-
Not

Because

It is or was

Not a good place to start

with y and ex-plane-ing

flatly, footsteps in another di-

mention.


Photo credit By Agriculture And Stock Department, (1951) Publicity Branch [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Her yin

The woman saves babies.
I have seen her catch one
in midair with one hand
as it was falling out of
a walmart cart.

The woman I have seen
juggles jobs, hats, dishes,
bills and priorities,
shifting her wide hip weight
when necessary.

The woman stands in front
of her own children, taking bullets
and returning aim, she puts her arm out
when they are driving
still
and says it is reflexive.

The woman always worries,
I have seen her furrowed brow
she has origami secrets folded
up in there,
she uses up more than she has with nothing
left
of self

The woman knows her cliches and expectations,
she recites them easily if you ask,
and somehow
day to day words assemble easily for her,
she may manipulate these into weaponry,
unless she sees
some innocence,
she proposes poisons leaving bodies
awake.

Painting by Bronzino (1540) in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.