Sunday, September 16, 2012

5 short poems

 

 

Pruning For Use

 

The Idius spreads like a platypus Bush

Motley Leaves strain strangest tea

 

The Bell-like Berries Tickle like nip

The spoon-like leaves -- inversion of dawn.

 

Engloved with love, a fiery light

My knife-like wife I seize for the cut.

 

 

 

 

Framing a Stance

 

Square and Sterile

Numbered Logic

Pure Exact

Enacted Solid.

 

 

 

 

Ascetic Weekend

 

Weekend's Green of Rhyming Timing

Set the pace for Rest the Week.

Damming Back select Expressions

Reservoir will reach its peak.

 

 

 

 

Scrutinize the Sun

 

My screw-tight eyes

Like thread-stripped bolts

Twist pinched cheeks

And Jaw-clenched throat.

 

 

 

 

Self-Reflection

 

Let the un-divine forget itself

Let Wisdom know her face

Let silence sing within her head

Let heartbeat keep its pace

 

The glowing sun self-fructifies

Like Ama at her glass

My thoughts like floating butterflies

Pollinate the Grass.

 

The Rose of Dawn

My rising thought

--Plump Maternal Pride--

Sweet peaches cream and Strawberries

Comes streaming from her sides.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

\ ~@M@~ /

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2 comments:

BloodSickle HoneyCuts said...

it's like math rock, only with words, in poetic form. um. but without all the noise. and without geddy lee's annoying voice. and w/out like, fuck all if know...adrian belew and fripp and eno and the fuck evs of the late60's -70's into 80's, etc. holier than thou musician's musicians kinda guys. the (we might jam, okay, right?, but We Are skilled, Schooled, Practiced, Professionals Here, Okay? Man? I mean, we're Not some drugged out 3 chord playing Haight Ashbury Hippie Trippy Band, man. okay?)....feel the pretensiousness (sp!?) oozing out all around you...(the f$ck!! is this person think they sayin'?! full of shit!!@@@@) ?!

BloodSickle HoneyCuts said...

it's like math rock, only with words, in poetic form. um. but without all the noise. and without geddy lee's annoying voice. and w/out like, fuck all if know...adrian belew and fripp and eno and the fuck evs of the late60's -70's into 80's, etc. holier than thou musician's musicians kinda guys. the (we might jam, okay, right?, but We Are skilled, Schooled, Practiced, Professionals Here, Okay? Man? I mean, we're Not some drugged out 3 chord playing Haight Ashbury Hippie Trippy Band, man. okay?)....feel the pretensiousness (sp!?) oozing out all around you...(the f$ck!! is this person think they sayin'?! full of shit!!@@@@) ?!