lend me your ears

the mooring was loose and splintered with chaos
there was no jack and jill, or maybe there was
maybe they did go tumbling ever after
it was a sad state of affairs for both
it was a sad state of affairs for partisan leadership
if god is for us, who is against us
and whose god would that be
who will cast the first stone
no one really knows, but
it will be cast by both sides
it already is
each side its' lobbed lobby
how does each side deal with the pain
let's lose this confirmation and start again
maybe it will be a resurrection for both parties
I don't know
I doubt it
the next person will be another story
of partisan bickering
the truth will out eventually
but does it matter
it doesn't stand a prayer
but maybe it does
maybe it's all that's left


denis streeter   9/30/18

dustemotion

there are two versions.  one is my first draft.  the second is pared back to only 8 lines with the help of my best friend.  there could be any number of versions.

the sex was normal for ice cream               1
wrapping the diner for dinner     
the vegetables were dining room table   
chicken spread dumplings on fire        2
salmon fries French Hammond 
an artichoke of beer and hare        3
beef it out to beat a pair
dutch pudding posing as extract
an onion reading muffin burn
too many sandwiches to count       4
over tadpole nutrition
suckers of lollypops dress down cabinets
watch the toothache burn           5
sutures beyond repair
the scene beyond control
butter bat pried on fire              6
too fat the cataract said the cat
not enough bone on the scone said the rat
the sun laughed at the cat rat folly
soon, she said, soon
but it was already noon
there was no hopscotch on the pavement  
the stones were dry.  it didn't matter                  7
the sun still had a laugh
it didn't matter 'bout the math
sooner or later the dust always falls            8
the traffic turns empty
bog turns to fog
the frog turns away
dusted


denis streeter   9/1/18