Monday, October 21, 2013

Yes

Don't know how I came across this again. Don't think this has anything to do with the Jim Carrey, Zooey Deschanel, Terence Stamp movie Yes Man...

Over the analogs
The posters bloom
Blue hives of fairy tales
Breathing dogs of shame
In the cats meow
When kibbles bit storms
Sore halitosis
The mercury rings forgot
Samples in the maze
Toast in the molecules
Hiding in the night
Forethought forgotten
Sleeves in mores
That time forgot
Left in not out
And the frequencies bent
All the best from the worst
Leaving behind a malaise of A's
The constitutional suite
Well lived in rug
Dusted not cleaned
While toilets scrubbed
You sat
On analogs and poster blooms
I did not understand
You nodded your head and said
Yes.

Denis Streeter 10/21/13 & 2/14/14

Monday, October 7, 2013

Sleep wake sleep

Three pieces I wrote this morning after waking for an hour,then went back to sleep...slightly edited at library.

Beneath a feather

Trappist monks
Taking teabodies
Out to sea
In a scrunk
An open door
Remains shut
And the winter air
Hungers
Feeding shelter
Through finger tips
Opening chores
Feeding clothes
Other loomings
Live in shelters
Unreleased
And in the rubberbands
The wastelands live
Prufrock galivants
Pavlov salivates
Rorschach leaves
Results under tea
Where the norm bipolars
Under the busted grins
Everyone knows your name
Leaving lashes
Under the steeplechase
And the understudy understands
At half past nine
Feeling the weather
Icing decline
And the temperature rose
Toward afternoon
Knees blistered nose bled
Thoughts sinister
And my head said
In the afternoon
The seahorse shaped question
Marks the time
And the question is the answer
Laughing moonshine
Leaving me and
My guests behind
Funny steeples
Shot windows
Caressing doors
Where the new you know
Keeps laughing
Falling
Seeping
Sleeping
Under the hyde of night
Where none come out
Degrade
Digress
Degrammer
Falls and hides
Shipwrecked
Beneath a feather.

Denis Streeter 10/7/13


My door

Where did you feel
My corners snow
Over rocks
Into stone
Where did you find
Isotope
In my mind
Covered leaves
Mixing trees
Watching all
Of my time
Slicing dumb
Bending mine
Casper sieves
Under leaves
Watering holes
Left behind
Oceans weep
Shadows bend
Mime asleep
Under stores
Wanders
That sharp edge
Caves to walk
Ocean floors
Fishing smelt
Prayers distraught
Caspers
Thraught
Lacerates
Lazurus
Waking
The spring
Shadows beneath
Laugh
Isotope
Leaking out
My door.

Denis Streeter 10/7/13


Sun blocked

Lead fountains bleed
Shed and wine
All she said
In the corner
Left the snake
In the cabinet
Sunny stove
Hatching eggs
Finger nose
Frigging away
All the clothes
Begin to fray
First a start
Then an end
Filling space
Sinisters
Under floor
Board the moon
Looney tune
All the nouns
Verbal
In the gass
As they watch
The turning
On off away
Setting time
Variable play
Out the door
The cupboard
Feed the weasel
Pop the horn
Settle down
All forlorn
Off the horse
Out away
Boardwalked
Shadowed
Fertile wise
Under sinks that pray
Lead whine
Sun blocked.

Denis Streeter 10/7/13