Sunday, June 26, 2011

Captivity

Written during my 5-6 PM Friday dinner break...and read aloud at closing. It was a strange day that didn't make a lot of sense...so...

Captivity

I eat the flat furnaces when the basetubs go down
Opening wire to eat the cheese
Attacking the gerbils with one open line
Eating the green hoses before the dawn went down
I am weary of holding it in
Smelling decaffeinated shells to dream in the night
While easter chocolates are burning holes in canoes
Washing over the surface in crimson signs of four
Wash tubs overflowed blocking all exits
I am weary of holding it in
Shouts of garbage can lids line the halls
Disappearing as rat traps raced wire cages
Flat as a pineapple with all the garlic
Longing to shadow the supper of gates
Twin fold and hiding the leaves in shadows
Out of depth, out of time, out of money
Leaves in the money mills out of business
Snarking up soup kitchens an ocean away
When the flat furnaces collapsed, no resuscitation
Just an air hose, a lime, and two breath mints
Soaring on the food of tommorrow's debasement
I am weary of holding it in
And when the tracks stopped, the soup flies scattered
I open my arms to let them in.

Denis Streeter 6/26/11

Saturday, June 18, 2011

You do

Written while watching the somber "Revolutionary Road" (2008), a Sam Mendes film based on the 1961 (my birth year) novel by Richard Yates...with Leonardo DiCaprio and Kate Winslet.

You do

Sometimes when the plans go wrong and the lights turn spurious
You wake up the night and let it in
Cold seeping through chest only a hand will warm
Cold warm cold warm sleep a sporadic dream
And you wake knowing you are missing something besides hours of sleep
You go through your morning rituals but
Something is slipping. Is it your mind?
Something needs changing. You know it. You won't name it.
And a work day goes by. You can feel it slipping. Is it your eyes?
And the tears flow. And you don't know why. But you do. You do.

Denis Streeter 6/18/11

Friday, June 17, 2011

Still searching

Stardust roads memory my life
Down the causeways of colliptions
While welters say hi and toss their hat
Dreaming of orange rinds to grind tommorrow
Under the screen down yesterday's bottle
Opening underwear tops with screwpost bottoms
Burning shoes under decisive chairs
Watching them blow up some cauliflower disaster
As hooves ate hooves and jelly ate jelly
Just another time bomb for the peppermint moons
Just watching the news the jelly of fools in
Taxidermy shells of oystering confusion in
Tads of washing when the sins went singing
Just break out the wine the walkers went crawling
Down main street lip avenue husking the fools
Of change and crab daddies watching the sun go down
Of tiggers and tabbies and shining the moon
But it won't go away. Oh no it won't go away
And the shells went on singing although it's too soon
Catching sugar shells in baskets in oceans of moons
Just drinking scotch tea with the caps left open
Some figure of fancy that fought was for free as the
Bells collapsed baskets of wells the
Tuning forks left behind just to let the colliptions
Collisioning my heart down stairwells of souls
Still searching still searching still searching.

Denis Streeter 6/11/11

Saturday, June 11, 2011

Tidal shifts

Laws of copper chairs bent bicycle spokes unspoken
Resting assured the knees were in hiding
Just before the balloons began the tidal rise of the moon
Hiding in bushels to dusk the dawn
As shadows hid shoe strings behind their head
Chipmunking sparrows in sages of change
Moon topped meadows oceaned buttery shores, as
Laws of copper chairs bent beating in place
Shoes sinking knees at quicksand ready
Just as the arms length approved
Light shaking shadows to seize some reprieve
Warm as dreams in a warning learning
Bicyle spokes some unspoken surmise
Tidally sinking and rising in dreams.

Denis Streeter 6/11/11

Friday, June 10, 2011

Lessons

Originally written on the back of an old usher schedule. I had no idea which direction this would go.

Dressing gowns coming
They came before dawn
In gowns chirp and honey
Stream dripped before they're gone.
Lassoes shot ready
Night noon behind
In creamery cannery
Night driving blind.
Shadows to shepherds
Lost in the tombs
Flight of disasters
Laugh of the loons.
Dressing gowns coming
Turin night day
Threes into coming
Miracle pray.

Denis Streeter 6/10/11

Thursday, June 9, 2011

The plaintives

These are two in a series of twelve poems I wrote in one day...that my best friend called "the plaintives"...probably also because it sounds like plaintiff...which oddly works.

Bedposts

Wandering up bedposts
I choose some new wine
I don't know what it does
I don't I don't
Curiouser and curiouser
Plagiarism plague
Some plaque to be removed
Your teeth your teeth
Wandering up bedposts
Your lies are dreaming
Your lies are dreaming
Your truth in new wine
And when you get up
Your dreams are laughing
Wandering seeming
Or is it your bedposts

Denis Streeter 6/7/11



Swallow breathe

Starter shelf
Shifting buttons
Yours and mine
Plaintive see
Open door
Yours and mine
Your debate
Makes no sense
Push another
Wait and see
Buttons open
Out your sleeve
Makes no sense
Seems to flow
Makes no sense
Push again
Swallow breathe.

Denis Streeter 6/7/11

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

The bugle

All you had to do
Was view the bugle
To know the sound
Inside your head
To recreate
What you know is true
Fingers touching tones
Blowing breathing
And in your rest
You know you know

Denis Streeter 6/8/11