Category Archives: 1, poem, poetry,

LIZARD

LIZARD

we
were in the dream
time  together

watching the Dali clocks dissolve
of their own accord

time is such
a persnickety, finicky,
precise unreality

I hear it tick
trick itself into
imagining
it may
well be
a bomb

I like to watch it
slowly chip away

the statues of
what we were
smooth
    river
pebbles now

as the
dream logic takes its toll

SQUARED

SQUARED

the Universe
likes circles

the Universe
is beholden
to ratios
and squares

speed
of light
squared

sixty
   four squares
in eight by
eight
light square
start e4 d4 nf3 c4
dark square
       alternating configuration
stop with
a hashtag

and
   let us not forget

square deal
square meal
      square shooter
square up

and all those squares:
Times, Red,
and Trafalgar

without which
   what would history be?

C & C LTD

C & C LTD.

playing chess
making love

knights
forking everything
on on the board

I think Cheech and Chong
as in my grandmaster stupor

Chong
   and Cheech

Chong
and Cheech

to know where I am endgaming
right now
need more
    smoke and mirrors

don’t want to Robin Williams genie myself
      into a series of explosive
moves
rebounding in
my face

need some of your C & C good stuff to
take
the edge off
my embarrassment

need to conserve, focus
direct
       until in sight,
within
touch I do get
to light the fuse

Oh
   let the joke not be too
much on me my darlings

cold fusion
        supreme complement
contribution

ultimate solution
to needs and desires,  desires
                                       and needs

FLOOD

FLOOD

Bee is out in the Bayou
cutting some tracks

me I be drinking
skipping stones, drinking
some of her lemonade

got a bit today drunk on it
then watched your blues movie
(the one
   where you were Miss Etta
singing you would.
rather go blind)

wonderd how
you could spin gold
in your land of cotton

Marigold dress reborn
baseball batting those
windshields apart
and Warsan
Shire
    words threading through
the cloth
  kneaded into
     the dough

get those words finger painted
at least, if not tattooed

write their calligraphy
    across a dancer’s body now
everything
on six
   inch heels
   moving in full formation

Mississippi
     night magic
          Texas Bama

police car sinking submerging
like the Hunley
or
   the Nautilus

epic how these streams
flow together
         a world in flood
  

STILL LESS

STILL LESS

the future
will not be
like the past
not remotely

and sucks to
all your other
continuity assumptions

no same same
for all your days
I’m afraid

Heraclitus (who
else?) decisively
nailed it:
you cannot step
into the same river
twice
(be it languid crawler
or raging torrent)

nor can you,
for that matter,
be
   the same man
making love to
the same
    woman twice

or, once,
strictly speaking,
the logic is saying

THEY CAME

THEY CAME

they came
with their kite shaped shields
sense of destiny and
much dynasty
soon
   to be unloaded

hard task masters, speaking
a special dialect of
that most beautiful tongue

to suppress the native until
the languages blended
before conquered and
conqueror
did so themselves

and me writing in
in that hybrid innovation
words gushing
pouring in
          to layer this
speech, render it
exceptional, versatile
like no other

I say to you now
in my genes no small
trace of
  that villainous breed

whose thirst for triumph
victory nigh insatiable

an Empire of nice brutality
sprung fron this seed