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