“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Saturday, May 21, 2016
The Art of Being Neighbors
My neighbor from upstairs
stepped out onto his balcony
at six-fifteen on Wednesday
evening
looking
like he never got up
for Wednesday-he was
up-stairs, as I said
while I, in the garden
down bellow dirt level
watering and weeding
while he, squints
in critique at his canvas
tilting it and his head-
waved with two fingers
disheveled hair
and a puffy face
at me squatting
I may (as well) be making
mud-pies-
I told him
Happy (late) Birthday!
he shrugged it off and
stammered about-
surprises, bottles and friends,
his cheeks match my
roses.
May I see-asked I,
knowing he needed an eye.
He obliged-
and it was
*magnificent*
and so-the guilty party
was forgiven.
Image of painting By Carl Geist, 1906 [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
When you said When
I thought when you said tomorrow
you meant today
when today you said yesterday and
yesterday it was tomorrow-
tomorrow will it be today
or yesterday-
Either way-
Yesterday's tomorrow
of course meant Today-
So, tomorrow then.
I will plan yesterday
as though it led to-
to-day-too-
late,
there's always
more tomorrow(s)
if we count
today
anyway.
Someday I will
have to say some-thing,
have some-thing
to say-
tomorrow, only
a today away.
Image of painting by Jan Matsys, At the Tax Collector (1539), [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
If then (Hi-Q)
If everything were
of atoms-would re-action
make art of fingers?
Photo By Mcwesty at en.wikipedia (Transferred from en.wikipedia by Ronhjones) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
Tuesday, May 17, 2016
The Adam-Ant (species by gross weight)
Same as, We are to
the ants in the poem, yes
our weight is the Same.
Image By Luo Ping [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
(S)he
She has not looked at her nails
in over a month
except in rude irritation
for snags.
Out of the corner
of her eye-
She is spooked
by a haggard figure
staring at her
in the mirror
on the far wall.
She can taste her own breath
and wonders briefly-
what or when was the last thing
she ate?
She scavenges frantically
for anything
quick and small
in the kitchen-
but first does the dishes
and takes the trash-
and gets the phone-
She makes promises
and hurries about.
She feels a draft-and then-
wraps her robe tight.
She makes sure-
She makes good-
She hopes she makes it-
She is needed
to make sure-
She is not wrapped
too tight-
She forgot to check
if she was still breathing,
since swaddling
now causes SIDS-
and the mirror is
opaque and dusty.
Image of painting by JoaquĆn Sorolla c. 1895[Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
S. Cape
Up Back
C & m a a
o see l o n g w a y
m a l o n g out
e n n h
d e r i n g r c
y o o
u & me
g
any w h e r e (but).
Image of painting by Juan Gris, 'Still Life with checkered tablecloth' (1915), [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
C & m a a
o see l o n g w a y
m a l o n g out
e n n h
d e r i n g r c
y o o
u & me
g
any w h e r e (but).
Image of painting by Juan Gris, 'Still Life with checkered tablecloth' (1915), [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
What's your number
be identified by numbers
not by masses
or mass-
but by oneness-
or twenty-three-ness-I guess-
or like five and look alive!
or like five and look alive!
It conjures an image
somewhere in time, in our mind
space in our head-
space in our head-
A good positive number-
a negative angle-and no this isn’t acute-
it is chronic-al-always, regardless if I count
or you count or none of us counts...
Who’s counting down while looking up?
We should pick a numerical value besides our bank.
-Personal account-and equate each other thusly,
not rank or rate but separate-and separate
so our Nows don’t collide, or near misses and almosts
are guarantees-please!
sheer masses
like tiny tomes and Moronic Oxen-
Did you just say eleven?
Most just say seven-ness is blessedness,
everyone knows this rule-
everyone knows this rule-
I could be wrong, that'd be
a real word problem.
a real word problem.
An error in calculating
-mind you-
-mind you-
Not in reasoning.
Image credit: By Related names: Morgan, Walls and Clements Atlantic Richfield Company Patigian, Haig [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
Image credit: By Related names: Morgan, Walls and Clements Atlantic Richfield Company Patigian, Haig [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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