Shard awakening

Wandering deserts wilderness song
Highs too hot, lows too cold
Traveling between mirage and mire
Shadow shocked past of present gone by
Into mist abyss where darkness crawls
Eels of salamanders eat dust light flame
And dust to ash all over again
Dusking dawn's awakening song
In millions of seed budding sand
Mysteries answering cry
Why
Soon as ships lighthouse shores
Mirage our present
Leviathan wake
Sinking depth our thoughts
Dormant bottles our ocean
Doormat truth and lies
Entering rooms as sand slips our tides
Shoring frailties and treasures
Washed plates clamshell spits of time
Over ocean roars our mind
Reaching tidal contradiction
Too much not enough
Jackals our night carrion morning
Mind stretch, snap, sometimes shatters
Dustpan ready removal
And dust to ashes all over again
In seed budding sand
Falter frailty treasures
Seed shard awakening.

Denis Streeter  4/28/13

Normal

the spaniel jibberjabbered its bronx in cardiac silence
fleeing the tippertape from flying carbuncles and fribberfrap
all in the talking of rug fried toothpicks and sadwrap wine
lessons in noodles were all for fishing
the trout was out player piano
got a goosestache instead
just the wax and settled for clear
in dreams of white and orange-gold
black and red tinting in tents
war called for bachelor quarters
in bleaches of wine gone turpenoid
all in a gas with a huff and a steam
the jackass removal a farmhold away
dusting its shirts in distancing shelves
all the corks popped up and sneezed
the baggage too long, the mustard too hide
and the screen before the trash compactor
eating stations of grace in long letter line
a long nose squiggle came unkempt
sniffing rafters shampoo left behind
in court rooms stout and beaverbuilt
ill chords of beef trout and tanner
the little molecules let get away
washed under sewers of severing clay
when tolstois just wanted to be loved, just loved
and kickercounters went splay and hay
done up in doodle racks and onion spring crime
knocking in noodlehead crabs of spray
doneforth fingerfangered
toothspring flaggered
haggard as buggerdeeboo
as lunch snapped the kite sky
seesaw as toodleloo
i gotta go
flingerflangered flish and flush.

Denis Streeter  4/27/13

Gray matter

My favorite cereal bowl broke
When I was attempting to mult-task
I screamed an utter cry of remorse for
The bowl that it had lived
For breakfast and dinner
As long as I can remember...
I swept the remains
Trying to be positive
At least my kitchen floor is cleaner
I wept the remains in the garbage
Placed a smaller bowl
For making my routine spirit cereal
Same as I had made it for 20 years
Routines change
I hate change
The smaller bowl too thin, not high enough
Porridge overflow, and I'm thinking
All the goal oriented people
How I have no goals
Except to be in the flow
Connect better with others
Write better
I put on my red plaid short sleeve shirt
Thinking that will somehow brighten my broken day
Peer out window
Gray...
Change from my black to gray jacket
Outside to car, sky seems gray-white luminescent
I look at jacket
It feels more gray, as if
I've absorbed the sky into my jacket
And the gray is seeping into my skin
That overwhelming...and I pray
For strength for the day
That the gray matter will not seep too far
And somehow I am given enough strength...
A poet friend stops by work and delivers
His handmade card with his illustration and my nonsense verse
I had written impromptu for him earlier
It's a wonderful thing to know that what you can inspire
Goes beyond your knowing
Your gray matter...darkening...lightening...
What's the matter

Denis Streeter  4/26/13