CUT
a pixie cut
does not
make you
a pixie
being called
Rose does not
turn you
into a
rose
being cut
to the bone
does not make you
any less
a person
but your death
dear Juliet,,,
cut to
your body wrapped
around the body
of your Romeo
elevates you into
a realm where
tragedy elevates the world
beyond our
poor
ordinary being
.
AND FILE
imminent
immanent
who knows
cares
what these words
mean?
whether they circle
each other in a loop
stand in
series
rank and file
or jostle with each other
flex their muscles
or scratch like stones
giving
sparks
birthing
fire
BY NAME
Ah, water moccasin
what an ugly smelly
snake
you are
other pit vipers
think you
an embarrassment
feel
species shame
but rattler, bushmaster,
puff adder and copperhead
you kill them
stone dead with
the beauty
and truth of your name.
FARM TALK
let me
withold words
surrender
poetry
thus may I
figure out what
the farm is saying
the trees speaking
catch
these voices
hitherto drowned out
by my insistence to
delve into
the depth of my
faith in language,
human
linguistics
so many different ways
of writing, talking out there
THORNY
so much
ice in nice
in splice
and lice
barely
suffice
and there it is
in police too
shows what the brain
can scrabble through
a rose
by any other name
would be as thorny
thorns can do pretty much
all the bad
that barbed wire do
SCRABBLE DABBLE
my brain
is a scrabble set
juggle roles, identities
am after a triple word score
tire
tier
year of the tiger
hit something
good on that
abacus and so
masc and fem mars
and venussing together
dance
of conjunction
in alignment
about to go full
elastic band
slingshot projection
time gravity bending me
to their will
true trajectory
whispering your name
poems 2 die for