Sunday, April 29, 2018

divisionary


it was a cold weather toupee posing as a hat
the white sideburns gave him away
height weight proportionate/contortionist
a hint of belly hidden above his waist
compression is the sign of age
six foot two six one half
brown flecked white eyebrows highlighting the sides
eyes behind glasses said to be kind
deep
he was not larry david's stunt double
he gives me the dangerous job, being myself
messer of my domain
it's a german thing
goerte does not rhyme with goth
clove cigarettes the old orange
another missing rhyme
waiting for goliath
casting stones in glass houses
tarpelaine blue and sunny grey
sidewalk clippings read aloud
the smart phony crisis
the squares are the new rectangles
unlimited data
hexagonal logic
occult blood stool samples
adding by subtraction
divisionaries mold the answers


denis streeter   4/29/18





Wednesday, April 18, 2018

a little rotty

underwater mantelled
flittering constables out of control
desking bloated chapels
busket vegetables apple cores litter door jambs
knobble bobble savors spoons
beach bag boots temper temples
bedraggled courtyard prude
under writ soles
its converse true
shod the template
baffled two toes
yes those
big and slow
contemplate reversals
ponder ponticates
desk drools
petered postulates
pesky pampered prose
a little rotty

denis streeter    4/18/18




Monday, April 9, 2018

waste not want lox

the block was special but the wine was weak
treading different directions
landfull and raised till tomorrow
alabaster tile and windswept couplings
married coal to steel
oxen to yolk
stone shadowed equation
counting toes disrupted pi
round it goes equestrian fool
waste not want loxs
curling notes belie the nose
same as smelt in loxs
behind their shore comings
weebles wobble but they don't fall down
wandering between sandscrit
snoring pools
poof they're gone
the industrial distance
scabbed their fore finger
to dress in place
scabbard in hand, dress in pocket
catching hoorays rainbow bottoms
pinafores enlighten underpools wake
sound buildings cry
ring around the rosey
pocket full of posey
gentry gently
we all fall down

denis streeter   4.8.18