streaming

targets in the room
the dead drops down
open hooded tommorrow
drifter bent and cod tied
listening to the drifters float by
flooding the rooves of the sycamore trees
while the T's were left holding up the nails
in a bitten room with rust holding eyelashes
quick as a timbuktu but not quite as fast
never without sugar the chlorine count was down
colonel corpusal didn't know what to do
just went down the ranks counting off
with two by fours and rugs and screws
nothing left to do
just an orange on the horizon
and nothing to rhyme
shadows dipped colas behind screens
motion pictures went into hiding
down the grass root beds hunting for bugs
screens screaming for a cow and a calf
one and a half
half and half
then it was morning
coffee.

denis streeter 12/28/10

that makes no sense

letters crossword
out clutter my mind
numbers reverse
never reaching negatives
breadsticks slide
islands to outlets
walls shift
removing sleeves in pockets
books fall
removing shadows
curtains hang up
trying to fly
light sockets revert
to prehistoric times
dinosaurs fit
in volkswagen bugs
dust drifts
as cavities explore
noon knocks
whispers open
when clocks whine
the moon shingles
nerves wrap
'round noah's ark
when beams sing
moats know we are ready.

denis streeter 12/22/10