Whirlin the box

Teetered boatwise lie of long
Sly as caterpillar cry
Filled with doubt and promise
Resting compunction in river ryes
Twice as rhyme and short as wyse
Lyme rose earth light
Taffish rabbit sun pie
Hiding the aftermath rhyme
Soon as stealing time
Bleeding noses to fool
Blond lit blind
Drifting with the tripwires
Tired in the wintry sun
Gone by noon
Rafting by drafters
gnarling neurons
And the tired primes
True as the catfish wobble
Hounding hugs of wine
Justin the color of blind
Tween the tweed
Foodle the prime
Sugaring otherwise
Wasps drain flies sticking to moonlight
That forward backward cling
Sheet shouldered in
Shades lesson stars
Follow door sky
Whirlin the box
Justin the blind

Denis Streeter  12/27/14

it's what's become of the sandwich

it's not the people
what's become of her
back to my favorite bar
wondering who's governing her brain
no that's all I want to eat
she was delicious tired
just one or two scoops
all the dressing
dandelions with the neighbor's dog
and the weed breaks
all the way down to the cushions
and the hours say why
when the stories dry
mud bound
of giraffe sticks
into comfort zones
rewording the words
I took on the cushions
but then it got easier
disaster looms in the credit card debt
easter spreads its bunny wings
loose on the cousins of tomorrow
and the bombs break
taking down ships to Titanic humility
oceans shiver greed
shovels beneath the sandbox below

denis streeter

dust in the shadows

before the moors were bleeding
the flies were changing their toes
open wounds for the seeding
and the canoes bled dry under their noses
all the seedling gathered up dust
wandering the wind flown ghetto
ushering oceans to their knees
full of rabid exposure
brilliant under the two toned sun
mirrored as sun beams
dead on the floor
and the wise ones shimmered
removing toes from their shadows
thumbs from their outlet
not to be outdone
shores into shackles
short as the ocean wide
judging the Saharan shadows
ripe as the juice below
counter-balanced
coward tied to bless the unknown
factored into the muddle fixation
sure as dynamite in the sand
and twice as cautious
wandering ghettoes naked twice
once with leaves once with shadows
one thumb tied beneath the other
black as the north is south
and not ashamed as shy
and the grace as grass as sea
waterlogged under the sponge
twice as shy as cautious
naming the unnamed under fire
post as past
rapid as wine
the sine removal continuance
shoring shadows of unknown tone
sharp as the needles on back
tiring to remain but pining to go
wringing in wrap before the dust fall down
all done up in the shadows of before
when the ripe were ready and wrong undone
dust in the crimes brought in waves
all that remains in the crimes in the shadows
and the portents left behind.

denis streeter   10/12/14

Ghost served

October can be a fun and scary month.
Just the time for having a meal of ghost.
This excerpt is from the preface of William Mayne's 1971 anthology of ghost stories.

Different people like their ghost served different ways, roast ghost,
you might say, or ghost on toast, or a slice of cold ghost.  I think
I like ghost to be freshly caught and cooked for the shortest possible
length of time, so that it still has a bit of wriggle in it when I get to it.
Ghost really needs no extra flavoring--its own juice should be enough.
And there's always the problem of first catching the ghost: most of
them are rather historical by the time they come to the reader's eye.
However, the best of them keep very well, and only need a little
trimming and rearranging on the plate.

 From Ghosts, William Mayne, 1971, preface vii

Normal gesture

All the light in the world contained
One dot and one line
Neither of them mixed with each other
Just ran side by side
Opening ocean two shades at a time
Carrying bellows to the moon just as shafters arrived
Raising rafters black as midnight
Twice as grasshopper
Wrong as comforting silence
Rapt for revival, affairs of the heart fluster
Undercover in the corner
Petty coasters to the right, teacups to the left
Coffee dribbles down the side
Oranges perfunctory enough to ask why
Sequestered baby rafters
Twice as long with the petticoats and casters
Toadstools arriving baffled
Winging on fire while dicing the rafters
Into cubes of coasters as burglars will tell
But not too much
As a toucan can smell apples from poodles
Exchanging molesters for molecules
Short shafted as wires might cry
Knowing how snow feels
Rafters nod and talk of diamonds
Covered with oars to blight
Resisting each snore each sneeze
Each heart beat on wire
All rise as pickle in plum
Safe as nets and twice as blind
Blooms of lions eat with the eaches
Down by the roadside, washing the pariahs
Cumbered in waste as made no sense
But garbage for more
Table talks and linen wipes
And alleys for walks
Onions potato in soup of wine
Washing wipes for welcome arrivals
Wringing the downs
For the pleasure of all
Soup for kitchen
Proof of kissin'
But not enough for one
Too much

Denis Streeter     9/14/14

Bleaker

Written after reading Kevin Brooks' bleak but brilliant 2014 Carnegie Winner "The Bunker  Diary".  For those wondering after reading this piece, I'm doing fine on my meds.


More than my mirror
My bunker my life
My steel wall
Everything bolted down
Tables, beds, toilets
Everything the same
My subvergence
I wander my streets
Merging for me
Who I am
Poet breathes a large net
Dancer a different
Viewing my world
Complex
Real
More than I know more than I do
I am me and subject to change or
Stay the same
I am my own contradiction

The streets look back and nod
Until their no makes me dizzy
The streets say that's not enough
You're evading the question
Who
Are
You???
I am my fear
The unexplored skin peeled back
To my beating heart
I am molested
And I molest myself
The unexplained that half truth
Where emotion lies
I work to breathe but
Have no physical ailment
I am empathy and anger
That taut emotional string
I was well taut
Until I learned to cry
The cry of the untaut
Unwinding dad's DNA
That molestivous feel
Weaving rewoven
Becoming my own
Reach in pull out my heart
Fight the lie that it's not really there
Whining and twining
Who I am
More than my thought empathy connection
Depth flow undercurrent real
Drowning fear my bunker
Journal endless hopeless
Exploring bleak depth
Flat ugly fucked

The streets look back and nod where they lie
Nod
Lie
Disappear
Unweaving
Leaving...


Me



Denis Streeter   9/9/14

Gloam answer

It was a time before peaches
When honey ran wild
Fruit bats in wing shadows
Performing acrobatic nines and fives
Languid fields yawned and groaned
Giving scores of one point o
Like some short stream, mud puddle, and pond
Bats turn to swallow for eaves
Evening amber gold honey
Chasing moonlight in firefly shadows
Groaning for hot zones unknown
Shores shoveled shells to sand
Marking way for washing ships and drying towels
Gifts made wise in old age
But not more attractive when wandering blind
Where typhoons startled and foamed

It was a time before peaches
When honey ran wild
Typhoons tickled tempests
Washing clean in soda springs
Doors dressing house sweeping floors
Sleeping ceilings cough and shake
Dreams splinter rafters some watery wake
Lips move to fake grace
Blind as oceans deep in sand
Shells open understand then shell beneath
Those coloring dreams some dark rainbow
Shells sand their birth
Faster than magnetic north breathes
To find direction

It was a time before peaches
When honey ran wild
Sky skin and sand
Sin some alternate conclusion
Solar take fire
Startling end to alpha omega
Man some sticky conclusion
False between the legs when honey ran wild
Sand into birth, join into pain
Laughing those tears to cough and shake
Wandering this and that direction
Wondering which is true north
Following that compass

It was a time before peaches


Denis Streeter 8/8/14

Shadow flight

Before the junk field reunion
The man brought his scrap metal to the liquor store
Where rye is a trade
The fields mourning for a walk in a flask of mist
Forgetting light in the rainbow
Grabbing wet colors stored in flask
Wafted on
Noon
Draping wings
Catching shadows to pocket
Walk on
Burning hot
Parchment
Pulling shades from pocket
Wren parched song
No words
Soundless urge
Crying for the new
Light and shadow
Cleansing pain
Sharpened angles
Geometric metal wings
Flaps of mind
Smithing possibilities
Moving junk
Mined flux over time
Sleeping then awake
Wren song
Shadowshine
Waiting for pathways home
Scraps for dreams
Shaded light
Slight flight

Denis Streeter 8/2/14

Three movies

I highly recommend The Iceberg (2005), Rumba (2008), and The Fairy (2011). I discovered The Fairy at the library and quickly became hooked, having to see the other two movies. I was not disappointed. These are nearly silent slapstick French-Belgian dramas that have a unique artistic perspective. All three films have the same three actors/writers/directors (Fiona Gordon, Dominique Abel, and Bruno Romy) and it works as if the three have one unique voice. Think Buster Keaton or Charlie Chaplin, but these three have a direction and humor that is uniquely their own. In The Iceberg a woman accidentally locks herself in the walk-in freezer...to later discover she likes the cold! Rumba has a dance couple and a suicidal character who lands the couple in the hospital, but somehow their love of the rumba fuels this oddly delightful drama. The Fairy is about a depressed hotel clerk who meets a woman who declares she is a fairy and grants him three wishes. Two of them seem to work, but then she disappears, and he falls in love with her. The plots don't do these films justice. The sight gags, physicality of the actors, and odd poetic charm are the chief pleasures. It's not for everyone, but check these out from the library. These movies were a very welcome surprise.

'Mr Left Boot'

Another William Mayne quote, with the quirky English sense of humour.

'There's a lot put in our way,' said Katherine. 'Among
them is your feet. How you fill the house, you gurt thing.'
'Then I'm bound to move my feet,' said Profound. 'I get
them trodden on plenty, oh, Lord. Come up, you boots, out
of the lady's way. There they are, putting out their tongues
at you, lady. You ain't polite boots, you two, especially you,
Mr Left Boot. You got a saucy look.'
'Stop your nonsense,' said Katherine, and tapped him on
the head with a spoon, as if he were a hard boiled egg. 'You find
water tomorrow, and don't laze about under my feet all day
through like an old dog. You and father be space-eaters,
there en't never no room about you.'

page 124, The Rolling Season, William Mayne, Oxford Press, 1960.

Ignores know

Shrinking by moon afternoon
Dawn slips its shoulders
Dusting its wings
Slipping to jungle
Shipwrecked in shine
Over lemonade blossoms
In blinds of change
Testing the bottoms
Lights out
Floors perfume
Cedars wander
Weeds wine
Shingles shatter
Wide bottom loads
Sugar daddy
Logs of lung
Shaking sideways
Wrongside up
Tipside down
Tapping oceans
Ship shallow
Drawers center
Subterfuge
Penning the stage
Fusing the curtain
Tunes that groan
Shows shack time
Pines that grind
Picks that pine
Oceans swallow
Beady back
Pins that prime
Ribs that clip
Star crossed shadows
Tars explore
Shipping ways
Shipwrecked in shine
Lemonade blossoms
Ignores know

Denis Streeter 7/17/14

The Rolling Season

Set in 1950's Yorkshire district of England in what I like to call William Mayne country. William Mayne wrote about 100 children's books between 1957 and 2007 averaging 2 books a year. I've written about him in previous posts because I like his writing.
Here's another sample that's just one sentence:

There were lizards instead of butlers,
spiders instead of housemaids,
mice instead of horses in stables,
and the owners were now poor,
sweet butterflies and not rich Londoners.

page 67, from The Rolling Season, William Mayne, 1960

Drunkfish

The roof drank sideways
Before laughing in prime
Dressing in codfish
Lifting their floor driven eyes
Capturing bolts to nail removers
In a sank sideways snore
Water waffling wiffle waff
Washing codfish from its suit
Laughably liftably bolting its primes
Noom nafting niftally
Watching noom naftals nift their naft
Normally nameled niflemen niffted their knees
For a contrite reunion
Nafted before the nibbles were removed
Waffling nib nab before each nobbish numb
Ribbling each sleeve niffernaff
Gom as gum removal
Slipslaff in niffnaff
Tang taffled driven eyes
Blifted before bleating blivels
Blanked blyordally sideways
Drink dranking drufting drunk
Kiff caffing codfish in a kigger
Blink blanking blogger blunk
Drift draft as dribble
Drivle
Drunkfish

Denis Streeter 7/12/14

Only normal

Disconsulate waiting and weeding in bed
The octopus rolled and threw up his head
The clownfish laughed to raise octopus ire
The octopus tenticled clownfish in fire.

The clownfish just laughed it was finally warm
Breathing in fire and naming it norm
The normans were miffed justifiable grieved
And threw up an apple by gripping a sleeve.

In jesting ingestible sleeving awake
The apple threw up by insleeving a cake
The cake sleeving octopus clowned by a head
Already confetti or so it had said.

Confetti retenticled clownfish a clone
Waiting and weeding in octopus bone
Twas only normal in octopus wake
Sieving receiving no normal can take.

Denis Streeter 7/12/14

Songs of the long green shadows

The subterranean barks bent the moonshine in two
Just to find the subtracter got cold feet
And addition had the moon splayed
Spanning the Pacific
Two nights over the Amorites and Hittites
Spelling the roosters to rafters
Among the spillgrass roots and their onionskin bottoms
Long morose to moonrope molecules
Splitting sunlit moonshine
Spilling while the dogfish explained marshmallows
And trilobites left without explanation
The dogfish roared in the catfish wake
Exploring corridors for cogfish wine
And the whimsy bent shadow shrank ghettoes
Leading to train drivin snores
In the bottom of night
As stars began to stitch
Songs of long green shadows
And togs began to spin
Clogging doors of moonshores
Sinking sand sifting songs
Trilobites left no explanation
Just out the door ingrained
Sifting songs of the long green shadows
The rest of us left behind.

Denis Streeter 7/5/14

Down by the watering hole

Back in the land where the tadpoles lie flat
I threw off my shoe when I shouldered my back
My back threw my shoes and then wandered away
My laces flew off to turn back at the quay
Got tangled in zippers and hopped up on wine
The laces strung out and reverted to pine
Turned into a raft as they watered the Styx
And pining the currents in splintered toothpicks
They toothpicked together in a tiny raft
A deer mouse a monkey though that may seem daft
When dashed through the rapids picked up by a deer
You may think I'm lying not being sincere
The deer and the monkey had a tug of war
Devouring toothpicks to settle the score
And spat up the toothpicks they monkeyed away
And watered the story to this very day.

Denis Streeter 6/28/14

Starkling

Darkling rise the sun
Inkling rise the moon
Sunset stars
Dark blue skies the night
Water apron cries
Shadows sharken
Fireflies the deep
Lights bright out.

Denis Streeter 6/27/14

Plot six nine five

club sticks of pride
memory homicide
drifting candlesticks
brisk as steeples chase
homeward candles night
shaking sticks as cried
alder benign
bumbling means of crime
fired as two chipped bowls
littered as five fox
dressings tempered piers
feckled each plea
washing each crime
overflow rich
casket each walk
as candles blow
twice herding pride
sent sampling darkness
darning each light
stitching each stich
blinding each blind
mooning each light
inch by colored inch
wide as each line
blind as each fly
washing each breakfast crime
starching each way
bright as quay wrath
nearing each stitch
gone as gone
caught as catch
wandering breeze
each catcher rise
size becoming
six eight center
breeze throw
trees slide
jungle free
seismic wake
before each after
six each nine
no time
add a terse
tenser fine
no cribbage stop
hide crabwise
all on board
side sword
homicide cried
plot six nine five
colored and died.

Denis Streeter 6/18/14

Slant-Tilt, Rhyme Haiku

No explanation on this one. Just more than one meaning.

Chevro Chevrolet
Haiku Honda Pi-ro-let
Chevro Honda lent.

Denis Streeter 5/2/14

Magic games

the toys that led the sidewalks walking
were separating circles from squares
the squares played hopscotch and
the rubber ball led the way

it was odd the way
the sidewalks unearthed the earth
like square footprints walking
it was thirteen o'clock no one noticed
except a few and they weren't telling

the toys that led the sidewalks walking
gathered in some nameless park
that knew no religion or language
just the games of sidewalk earth
that thirteen o'clock played

the children gathered skipping in their sleep
the air breathed its silent whisper
children pavement into air
breathless mice aware
they were not telling

the toys that led the sidewalks walking
felt the time hit two
one or sixty they knew what to do
toys to squares and circles magic merry round
back to perfect puzzle piecing place

the rubber ball bounced silently in place
tracing children mice back into space
the magic wavering when split in two
the timing knew exactly what to do.

Denis Streeter 4/16/14

Signpost starlings

The title is a way of including two William Mayne quotes. William Mayne has written nearly 100 children's books since 1953.

John and Alice were looking at a
signpost where two roads joined
each other. Alice was looking at
it more than John was. She was
looking at it all over, but he was
reading it.
"It's like a pencil with wings,"
said Alice. "What did it write on
itself?
"It wrote some words I don't
know," said John...Signpost have
names of places on them."

The Water Boatman, William Mayne, 1964, pages 5-7 (illustration shows pencil like signpost)

Another William Mayne quote:

There was a noise like a wheel spinning on a dry axle. It
came down the chimney after the kettle had been lifted
off the fire. Mother wondered if it was the boiler behind
the red coal about to burst, but Daddy, who was out in
the yard mixing cement, said it was a gathering of
starlings on the roof looking for lodging.

First page of The Changeling by William Mayne, 1961

William Mayne tilts your thinking of the ordinary.

Much better now

I had to adjust my meds and am in a much better place now.

denisku

Updated today

Is this tangential reasoning? I've never seen an explanation I can understand. Last night I got stranded in my Toyota Corolla sedan (innocuous right) near Concrete, WA. I was driving in near 6 inches of snow and rain. Three hours earlier I was running a trip for wiper blades when a road rock that looked like a chunk of snow flattened my front right tire. Apparently there was an avalanche earlier. I will let you compute the order and time element. I can't. My brain energy has risen about one third and diminished about 2/3 or is it that 1/3.
I am my own worst editor but apparently still have a sense of humor I think.

A denisku haiku is e=2/3mc2, e = time related energy, c = speed of light, t = time for the last six to twelve months where t is the unknown element

Serendipitous faces

Probably have the wrong Superfluity site but University Congregational Church in the 98105 prefix is having a wonderful serendipity sale on Thursday, Friday and Saturday. I believe the sale starts midweek and mid April on the 17, 18, and 19th, but it could be the week before. Check the University Congregation Church website for more accurate times. The presale is a $5 donation at the door for an always crowded and fabulous opening night from 7-9pm. There's lunch served on Friday as well as food, baked goods, and anything home made is encouraged. Get there early! The line starts over an hour before opening and can get pretty crazy. It's the ultimate buyers rush! Check out their books, videos, DVD's, and antique treasures. There also have lots of household items. Tons more great stuff I have left out. Great fun if you can take the hoarding mentality pleasures. Happy hunting!

Serendipitous Superfluity

I stayed at my good friend Aaron's place place to crash for a couple nights. Recovering from some difficult meds and a legion other stressors makes you feel like you are recovering from the dead to rediscover your internal metronome. Helping clean his father's home felt oddly better. Here's what I sent Aaron after I was able to return home.

Our church is still taking donations for the University Congregational Church serendipity sale. Let me know if you'd like any help moving your stuff from your dad's house. Superfluity staff are great help at picking your stuff up at your place. Just arrange a time. I know that Art was a hoarder and I and the church superfluity staff would like to help. Here's the church info:




Superfluity is a highlight of every Easter Season. As a result of last year’s sale, $36,000 was distributed to area nonprofits. It is one event that combines our collective time and talent to create treasure. Here’s how you can get involved and help:

University Congregational United Church of Christ 4515 16th Ave. NE, Seattle, WA 98105

Go through your household for things that you no longer need or use and bring them in for the sale (see suggestions below).
Help sort donations Wednesdays from Jan. 22 - March 26 - General Sorting: 9:30am to noon - Book sorting: noon to 2pm
Make pies or other goodies for Friday’s lunch


Pot up perennials from your gar-den or grow seedlings for the plant department
Knit or crochet small items for the boutique
Volunteer during sale week
Pass out postcards and flyers to friends (available in March)
Bring friends to the sale - this really helps!


Call Mary Ellen Smith to volunteer or if you have questions. 206-525-0494

Antiques and collectibles
Children’s clothes and toys
Books and games
Records, CD’s and DVD’s
Plants and garden tools
Linens, towels, craft items
Sporting goods


Decorative items for the home
Housewares and small appliances
Tools and electronics
Jewelry, scarves, purses
Men’s hats and belts
Small furniture
Baked goods - yum!


Please DO NOT bring: Large furniture, artificial Christmas trees, Christmas lights, dried or plastic flowers, rolled up pictures/posters, macramé plant hangers, stuffed animals, disposable plastics, computers, printers, TV’s, VHS or audio tapes, text books, skates, tire chains, adult clothes or shoes

Bring donations to room 133 starting January 17. All items need to be clean, in good working condition and have all their parts.

These items consistently sell well

Happy hunting!

Staff favorites

Will feel like riddles. I'll have you guess...

I love this pen! It erases by friction. On top is clear hard plastic. You use that to erase the ink and it disappears. It will reappear when you put in freezer. Heat sensitive.

Discovered at Richmond library. You know I have a warped sense of humor All ages
Sunday Comics
I haven't laughed so hard in a long time

Discovered on book store sale table. I finished reading first two books. I'm reading the next. I love the book (New York Review Children's Collection), the illustrations, and the story. All ages

Explanation

Created while traveling home.




"Where's Denis?

The boy's not right. He's been across the hall for half and hour."

"There are no A's and B's in this class, just c sharp or d flat."

"Wanting to be liked, good.

Showing you want to be liked, bad."

"Wicked poems ready for pickup."



Denis Streeter 2/26/14

Haiku

At KCLS
Type in 2 word hunger thumbs
Wicked poems hold

Denis Streeter 3/21/14

Bourne comedy

I had no idea that
The Bourne Ultimatum was comedy
Half way through I see roof top aerobics
Man jumping fire hydrant without urinating
Who knew this was possible in a movie
So much to know last half of show
Julia Stile quiet
There was her haircutting
I about dyed but it was her hair color
Car driving, is that what it's called
Is there a requirement for driving smashed
Now why would you pull out a gun
He's dead isn't he
We've lost Bourne
Bourne knows everything
I'm going to stay until you get there
415 71
Is not my birthday
Nor is it my training quarters
It's not what I signed up for
Everything you need is in there
This is where it started
This is where it ends
Lock this building down sounds like
Knock this building down
The very idea
Go go
Get yourself a good lawyer
Really?
Have a nice day
We're finished with you
You're no longer David Webb
Come here
Spent three years trying to figure out who I am
Why me?
You picked us. You volunteered right here
You didn't even blink
Handed me these [dog tags]
You said you wanted to serve
Save American lives
I'll be whatever you want me to be sir
You chose to be Jason Bourne
You haven't slept for a long time
You have to decide
What did he do
It doesn't matter
You came to us
You're not a liar are you
Give yourself to this program
[Shoots dummy]
You're no longer David Webb
Welcome to the program
Gun to head
Do you remember no
I remember I remember everything
So you're going to kill me
Jump out window
Climb roof tops
Meet another agent
Are you going to take a shot
Y a e k w w g to kill me
I don't know
Look at us
Look at what they make us give
Jump off roof into water
Float die
Good evening senators
Blackbriar program
Two arrested
Webb shot and searched E River
Webb's body yet to be found
Stile smile

Denis Streeter 2/16/14

JD

Up 6 AM
Routine spirit ready
Car clock reads 8:18 AM
31 minutes fast
Time 7:47 AM
Leaving parking lot, turn down 15th
Right toward Ballinger Way
Damn
Leaving an hour early
Oh well
Park 7:57 AM Lake Forest Park Municipal Court
Over hour early for jury duty
What to do
Grab black duffel bag, cold huff it to
Honey Bear Bakery
Grab pens and notebook from worn zipped side pocket
Fall aparts
Need frankensteining
Order lemon bar, ask cashier for tweezers
Can not humpty dumpty together again
I give her tweezers back
Take my two dollar saran wrapped lemon bar on white plate
To duffel bag table
Use beat up pen and split notebook paper
Begin to write

8:55 AM
Walk to Municipal Court
Inside
Sign in
Duffel bag and body wanded
Keys and cell phone on table
I'm clean
Enter room with 36 jurors
Given jury pamphlet
Wait
Watch 20 minute jury film
Wait
Sign in for $10 cash
Wait
Judge enters
Explains our duties and says case is settled
We are free to go
We've served our jury duty time

9:55 AM phone work
"We're sorry. All circuits are busy."
Really
10 times over next hour and a half
Drive home
Pick up two boxes books to sell
Drive back
Third Place Books
Near Municipal Court
Get $12.75 credit for six books

11 AM
Drive to University Bookstore
"All circuits are busy"
Computer wiring
Parts missing
One employee feeling sick
Leaves early
Sell one book
"This is All" by Aidan Chambers
For $3.00 credit
Leave bookstore, drive to U Cong Church
Sign in church office
Drop off two boxes books for Superfluity Sale
Call Scott
They won't take his 10 vinyl Bug Nasties records
He says keep them, he'll take them

Drive to Ravenna, find free parking space,
Walk 25 blocks to work
Eat lunch, clock in 12:45 PM
Work work
Work work
30 minute break
Eat eat
Work work
Work work
No work phone work
Use roving cell phone
Really
6:01 PM
Clock out
Spend $3.00 credit on chips and cookie
Walk to car
Drive to library
Chase email
Chase money
Chase denisianpress
Blog blog
Write write
All circuits are open

Denis Streeter 2/6/14

43-8

Reading Mark Mill's book The Savage Garden.


43-8


The game has made me wrong
I don't know what to say
I feel silent

Watching tv alone
Reading
Sound on, sound off
Feeding my dystopia
Wandering my savage garden

It's on again, put down my book
I remember wondering, is it true,
how some know the final score
from the game's beginning
I didn't
I still thought we might lose

Half time
I thought Denver might pull it together
How to know
A third quarter
It wasn't until fourth quarter,
I realized we would win,
But continued watching, reading,
Wondering what to feel
And then it's over
43 to 8

The game has made me wrong
I don't know what to say
I feel silent.

Denis Streeter 2/3/14

Breathe

I am learning to breathe.
Two panic attacks and a change in medication
Have brought me to this place
Of floating inside outside myself
Mind flux
Wondering what will happen
When my mind short circuits my ability to work
And I am left leaving
Downshift to upshift?

I am learning to breathe.
Chest cold body temperature three degrees below normal
Subnormal yet hyper aware
Body seismic earthquake
Reverse flu habitat
Mind shifting from sand to sea
Drifting spaces panic to calm
Two hours to normal
Wandering seize.

I am learning to breathe.
Some rhythmic flow
Do not circle my mind
Pace my feet
Hour after hour
Robbing my sleep
Reach beyond
For-Next loop
Outside connection
Teach me to breathe.

I am learning to breathe.
God of the obvious
Guide my awareness
Even though I don't quite believe
I know I can do
More than myself
Love breathe connect
Beyond this place
You are
More I can be
Breathe

Denis Streeter 1/19/14

Epiphanies

I'd like a bowl of epiphanies
That dry cereal cold milk awareness
Swirling down my throat, prickling chest
Heart mind awareness light tingling
Body illuminated bulb growing
Fresh shoots tingling spine
Flowing central stream
Connecting all one source
Pinpoint light prickle through
Me to you
Some odd shared stream
Epiphanies me open
Cold milk my senses
Rehydrate me with
Substance of spirit.

Denis Streeter 1/5/14