Whippersnapper

What is a whippersnapper?
Is it a fish
Flipping vigorously
In your net?
Perhaps a quick crab or a scorpion
All I know is
It is what it isn't
Go wikipedia it
Now why did you do that...
The sun weighs the ocean down
You reach for oxygen wells
In sheep tank gas
Oxygen masks remain hopeful
With nothing left
The lethal injection
Fortified food supplies
Left by math students
Right by physicists
In the following cranes
In the floods to follow
In the cranes to watch
Of your math thesis
On a bad night
Of nought
But storms and pudding
Warming the bathroom
Testing the mines
The shortcomings
The collapse
Your happiness
Your glee
Your pudding by example
I laughed you sent me your fee
That the cranes watched before me
Heroning
That whippersnapper
That catches
The early worm
Worn smooth
Skipping rocks
Climbing ladders
Dressing and dancing
What you think you know
Is what it isn't
Snap.

Denis Streeter   9/29/12

I couldn't figure out their goal

The harmonies went to converse
In stacks of flowers gone reverse
I couldn't figure out their goal.
The shadow puppets made in line
I couldn't figure out their rhyme
In rivers gone reverse.
The cotton balls were living tall
I couldn't find them not at all
They'd disappeared on flame.
On flame the same I couldn't name
The junctions were so hard to tame
I took another bite.
The bite I took gave up the fight
In reels riding out my kite
I fingered out my thumb.
The fingering oh sang a song
The tune a flute could play along
I watched its upward bounce.
To bounce and flounce in crosswords true
I couldn't figure what to do
I joined the wrong at play.
In singing silly songs off tune
They left me little else to do
I brought my baritone.
There was no right there was no wrong
I couldn't tame a terrible tong
I breathed upon my glass.
In tongs of terse they'd gone reverse
The harmonies went to converse
I couldn't figure out their goal.

Denis Streeter  9/25/12

Headless

The shines and the shinnies
Went up to tea
Over behind me
Finding their wafflehead muffins
Their cream liqueurs
With the frosting on the side
It was not difficult to decide
One took scrambled, one took fried
And the tea went ballistic
Must have been the cream liqueur
Another romantic tussle
Over by the field house
The mouse shined the liqueur's shinny
Went to bed popped off its head
And morning up
The shines were shinneying
A horse propped up its head
Went out to tea
Headless.

Denis Streeter   9/25/12

Dripping in pine

Speakers were sanding
Dew drops to pine
Symphony standing
Crowds in a line.
Cup and the water
Tipsy and blue
Kiss the surroundings
Thinking it through.
Dog bites arounds us
Caught as a sneeze
Shadows surround us
Short as a breeze.
Simpleton soundings
Shattered in sand
Blunt ones around us
Shattered and tanned.
Grease of the mountains
Fountaining spray
Rolling the canvas
Shingling hay.
Transporting jungle
Weakening wine
Ending among us
Dripping in pine.

Denis Streeter  9/23/12

Internal debate

Hot in the tin
The drats go down
Chimney holes and drafterstucks
Under trees and laughter hooks
When leads of laking
Turn out snaking
The bushes too quiet
For worm holes to confide
And the death deliver
Life on the side
Two livers and a side of beef
Not overdone to stick to the teeth
But the mouth shadows the sun
And the beef shadows the moon
Just under the corn cob rising
Two teeth, a shadow, and a quarter
When the walls close in
And open like a tomb
Of fresh flowers and rivers run dry
Of Eucalyptus trees pining to cry
When the trees run wrong and poison shot
It was left to the tiger lilies
To play their trumpet song
To the fanfare of the fiddle
Head ferns in their jostling hassle
Just one screw ahead and a joist away
Creaming the maples starting to sway
And the lands dearth darkness
Wizened in threes
One two three to branch the trees
Of our own lives
Becoming introspective
Rooting
New age
Changing
And changing back
Unrooting
To white skinned crackers
And black skinned wafers
Communioning the between
Commissioning the unknown
What some call Jesus others call God
What goes by many names
And theological conceits
Wafers and crackers to dust
We are some breath
Of someone better
Than we know
But might become
If we knew
If the hardness didnt settle in
The barriers set up
Resistant to the letting
The presupposition
That we are right
That the politics are know
In pools of water
Its holiness overflowing
Should we know and rejoice
But we arent there
All the time
Our minds are out
Oaring about
Seeking our...our...
You know the word
It comes to you in those joyous connective moments
And the names are legion.

Denis Streeter   9/23/12

Dictation

Still the wakefulness
Still and done
Under the sun
Where the crabs dry and the clams bake
You came
The woman of none
Dressed in whistles
When the old fish light went out
And came the buzzard storm
Full of whiskers and lies
And sizes and cupboards
When the rain came
Too soft to grow
In the animal change
But I don't know
Soft as a toothpick bigger than a dime
Round and round
It didn't hurt to catch up
But it hurt to wind down
Too much empathy hormone
And love where you go
You're wearing me out
Your wearing me down
Cups and saucers wait
Shingling to do
In the unconcious morning
Census takers
Check for worms and elbows
Watching the OJ snore
Yawning in the wind
Tapeworms and footfruit
Indentured servant
Your my lie
The laughs go fingering
Not up to me
Keep crying the foot bridge
And the tools it leaves
Crossing the other side
You might suspect
The wills greater than the means
And the torrents
Lesser than two evils
One went out to town
One stayed in for breakfast
And the fast was slow and the slow was fast
Dictation
Under the moon lit sun
You shot my dictator
Laughing
Fast as a dance slow as a curtsy
And the tools left the fireplace
Quietly as they let in
The crossing guard suspect
The watchers within
And the toys played
But not with me
And not with you
Arranged like dominoes
All fall
Seasonal outlook
What's your disorder
Camphor and flies and sin
Gather in
Play the harmonica
Stop
And listen.

Denis Streeter  9/19/12

mussels of time

the dutch monsters capped their faces
pulled on their hoods
to discovered bent out traces
of hood winked rat traps
whales of oceaning fins
samples when the waves come in
chocolate covered horses
beat their shadows
watching capped faces
doggerel each line
and the pantywasted
the color of lime
in seaweed shrugged shoulders
wound up to die
those summer evenings
i started to cry
baboon fulls of trucks
it didnt matter
the shorelines were gone
the ovens were open
the cares shed their feet
shadows bit darkly
all the campbells they could buy
shambles away
quietly capping
each shadowed shore
overlapping time change
where the peace falls
a hunger away
inherantly wrong
lovingly right
as shores shed kingdoms
down to their shoelaces
those gums into guns
disappear from sight
a sigh ahead
a trickster to come
those that poke their head
dreaming then none
and all the coaches
clap their hands
wondering what crabs what clams
the tidal removal
and all the names
weve forgotten
bits of sand
morsels of memories
mussels of time

denis streeter  9/18/12

justice served

trials and errors
blog the stream
blistering silence
into blue watered sound
while toothbrushes sigh
signs of cynicism
watching the skies
feeding the bones
fruit salad
when scones
will never do
and the dust waits
as it always does
under ponds of loveliness
those sands of loneliness
where the graveyards flow
and the sounds correct
no punctuation
some pretense
watered by preachosity
under scopes of prose
sweet sense of time
that no body knows
and the preacher lies
on the laps of time
hoping whats learned
will be covered
and the dust will fly
what the flies will dust
and the dead will dance
the all
that sweet dream
that does not know or dance
just types the words to fit the lines
and just the right number of cans
to know better
to fill the words
that sweet dream
to spill the times

denis streeter  9/16/12