mollification

the shine was off so I grabbed another
drifting down as I went
coffee filters try
drip up my legs with a cup of wise
I didn't ask questions while waiting
that was for later
drinking mollified wine
it's all in the wait
the craftiness of drafters, saving for later
orange gone mandarin belie the point
sauerkraut on lime waiting for delivery
there be an old man in a tub
seeding the washing
bully for him and his waggelty thing
overexposed and nudish
the blocks of sun they lie betwixt the copper spaniels
beneath the desk watching the washes
29 in line
goosing the porridge hot to cold
eating the equilibrium
one taste of wise and down the hatch
it doesn't always happen that way
summer high summer dry
none too wise
the toothy know better
scratch your legs and roll on
tried to fail
not that you care
carried away
forward and backward eating tide
the ocean's wake tottles the wind
it was not what they liked, but how they cried
perhaps the toothache's whining
trots the cupcakes liming
timing the measured molecules
arising to squat them away
cursed in all 12 tongues
I don't ask why
nudish rails
one doesn't ask the left behind
I grabbed a stick to beat the senseless molecules til they cried
it was meaningless
left them behind the burning bush
turned on the hose
the house is empty


denis streeter  8/24/16

snatches of why

the scrappiness was outdone
waking toadstools from their oasis
watching pools rise and fall in unearned bliss
the watches were ticking the highlights were lighting
Even the fish seemed fishy but who asked them


rogers ago the fences went amiss
perhaps it was remission I don't know
the guns silent as magpies
twice as scent as wise
double meaning met phonetic
lost and tried again
there was no humor lost
I checked lost and found


the badgers were glistening again
I asked why but they didn't know
just sat on a toadstool and cried
no sense in lying but I did


crabcakes are too much, lions not enough
the birds cracked wise
forgetting eggs
they missed the time


perhaps the waffles are ready
i'll check them in a minute
could you check the stove
coo!  they're ready


i'll fill the bath, you get in
no no.  I'll drink the wine
just get the lab rats ready
we'll find out if they swim
wow!  look at their white lab coats!


too much for now
could you quit disturbing me
i'm getting ready for bed
yes i know.  stop already!
i know my fly's undone


you've done the math, I've done the whiskers
let's have no more commotion over that
just get dressed I'm ready to go
umm...could you help me get this splinter out?


dodgy i guess, but that's the way the ball flies
I'd jump if i was metaphor
but pundits let me off the hook
now I'm on the fly


i guess you know by now, everything's got to end
but I'm finally ready.  could you get my coat?
yes that right.  the one in the corner
it's too high?  ok i'll get it


denis streeter  8/18/16

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 gallivants
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