don't knock the landing

the sole broken shoe strings
remove their toes before work
the bower closes foot stomping
grapes remove shoes floor their feet
a whiff of fresh air, the drunks come flying
wee tipsy-chords in a ply of thigh
wouldn't tapestry Arabian rugs
horn blistern eastern side
thought scream before it was real
daftness set aside for tuning
lockstep untide of the lake'ish kind
kid in a can locked in a box
all subsidies on the side
the corner market bought none
the coroner thought twelve to nine
it was only orange after
knocks on the side with a flurry of pine
opens a birthday of wine
September broaches November
twelve booking three for overtime
nothing's in the pantry.  the coast is clear
all the flies are dead
cinder sipped beneath the surface
watching the waves go by
a triton pacifies the pastor
parking just to fly
daftness steps aside
lockstep adieu
don't knock the landing

denis streeter   2/25/17

bed climbs out

it cracks the surface
those ubiquitous dreams
surging for more asking less
wandering souls shifting water for pain
plants drink toothpicks, water cherries cucumber
wonder what will encumber
the last will be least
the diaphragm says
eaten between goodwill and lunch
sticks light firewood dressing poison ivy
the tree sap said it's much too lax
bring up the bottle and let's have a beer
or two depending on what's near
lean one pole dress the other.  it's the torment that matters
drifters twist off mark in capital haze
struggling cavities drip but that's who they are
a wonderful watershed of leaning
flattened between floor droppings illogical procession
one beer, poison ivy and a coke
matters of civility practiced their harmful nature
harebrained between pages and lost between toes
jilted as hunger pangs leprosy oud
no show met no sent
nonsense to dinner
see what to recover
absinthe and wine trigger the demise
all in place and snookered
the last piece was empty but that was fine
a Figaro in basking wax
emptied its pores and wept to bed
nothing inside was waiting
it was a judicious pour
lining the bathtub with more
a crack down the drain
coffee bilging the surface
tea to tamper down
evening nightfalls
bed climbs out
to count the dreams


denis streeter   2/23/17

cranky

shy of test tubes, the math goes down the drain
struggles with incesticide
seeking psychoanalysis
warmth circling outward
pesticide in
the subject changed not wishing to be negative
but got off base
losing the basis
London in the pool
Paris at the altar
have some nonesuch.  heard it's good for you.
prescribing lethargy is a real boner
outside reach and in the pool
legs missing in winter hide
slide some rain into winter and get soaked
always complaining and whining about something
the wise cracked open and lent some beer
40 days in the wilderness
or is it 50
choose your denominy
rest
oh my god what's happening now
really don't want to do know
open my lethargy file
the liturgy do work
still searching for the upper room
February lost, March found
pulling together is hard to find
fending off one or another
the kits are empty.  are they benign?
toss the baby ashore.  I'll catch it.
sublime they call it. 
what's that?  I checked my nonsense periodicals.  they were missing.
out the trapdoor.  missing the bait.
check the pole.  it's empty.
except for the studious inclined
miss that mine
where's that trifecta?
hiding its meaning
out searching for constables
consonants constantly unstable.  elemental.
oh get out the screens.  they're doddery again.  I already picked a spliced apple
here it is under the floor mat.  reaching its diggery doggerel
between sliced bread
get out some dough.  your paycheck's low
fiction hides what truth confides
but fiction is not lying
singing a different tune
notes in colors
how do you feel
ripe as a gray brown squirrel?
now that's just cranky!
pass me the side dish
I'm going to hide


denis streeter   2/9/17

raise the cup

the stone reminder is gone
talking of the past
kibbles in the sun and fast pretenders
reaching sky full of mumbles
sanctuaries full of wine
the last lessons were gone
the least among us
shifting and leasing and lying
the daughters of Christ mix chronos in pine
it's not untoward devils divine
mostly the suitcase won't fit
raised by nines in the status quo
monkeys couldn't have the coffee split or the boxes benign
wait in line, they wouldn't go
blubbering bleating wool
gathering tween the eyes and nose
two times a line and a crib of crab
tongue tied pappy
fishing up solutions the bombs lept behind
studied in morse and drone to daft
the orange benign
eight in line
shoehorn between a t z
nothing to adze
the junket fell off walking weavers delivering eight
nine in line
frosting the end just for pretend
books line up, pages bend
it isn't locked or primed
do not send
mary knows
pressing junkie cardboard sleeves
granting the pleas
out the window under eaves
it was narrow wide and late
some in the gates drift away
that way
a shoegun between socks in the hat
wafer in the sleeze
raise the panter
down the cabinets
dressers up
eaves behind
locked between
silence
raise the cup

denis streeter   2/4/17