I write these while I’m working my mindless job. The rate of their production is perhaps a commentary on how much they are worth. Nevertheless, to be able to compose them helps me get through the day, and avoid the depression of doing something pointless.
Daniel Christopher June
The three poems of October 4th!
Interpretation
Dissecting eye
Of I-borne mind
Subtle cut
Of word defined
Thick of life
Made thread of truth
With each new feel
I think anew
Crystal eye
Divines through murk
Prism lens
Bends difference stark.
Translating touch
To conceptual forms
From guts of earth
Is Heaven formed.
Tempo Poem
Faster and mounting the task meretriciously
Bursting the bounds and fast forwarding stoplessly.
Smooth. Cool. Breath like a metronome.
Force. One. Dancing fast xylophone.
Ever increasing a feather flightfully
Arrowing eagerly feasting forth frightfully.
Tenderly centering single attention
Like a lover alone I bring joy to completion.
Draw Near
Oh my lovers, Draw near, Press a kiss,
Your love is …always so dear to me.
You were ever Such children
Its stories you’d hear from me
Today we all grow older
You keep whispering mysteries
Its time you grew bolder.
My stories are simple
If you know the gimmick
Observe the beginning
There’s logic in it.
The rest its unfolding
Like this unfolding hand
Where is that beginning?
Right there at the end!
This one is young as the day I met her
That one grew younger
She’s glad that I let her
Oh my lovers, there is still time,
still time for new stories.
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