Sunday, September 14, 2014

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

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

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