it's got to go

the chickens were potworthy underdone
always squawking the fence
too many kibbles behind the door
too many huts for the salad handle
a cashmere sweater and honky tonk wine
that's where they rather
splicing the blues with a gaffer
all the commotion with none of the wind
force feeding seminals for arrival
the dogs were eating the cats gravy
the husbands hadn't arrived
grass was burning, but it didn't matter
katzenjammers notwithstanding
a corpse a feather a sack of wine
nothing to follow the blather
the socks were for hanging. there were no gallows
a shred of lightning longing for sun
it's what you'd expect under the gun
the flannel wolfs with the lamb
dungaree doggerels but it doesn't matter
a locksmith to snicker the blather
it doesn't come or go.  it smiles in place.
rabbit stew wolves in trace
it's a cockamamie proposition
cabbage and wire, pasty and wren
always ready for feasting
grab a stick and badger up.  it's not for burning
wine and assholes never mix.  they just confide.
it's a caper in the making
settle down.  I got this now
chicken on out
cows got the jumper cables
just need some traction.  there.  that's nice.
insert caption where needed
right here? no.
it's got to go.


denis streeter    2/28/19

inventory maps

smile in the corner
rhythm in her face
curls eye aside
last year's plate
internetting hassles
business pushed aside
those shell soled shoes, aware shaped hats
that trap behind the glasses
that sorely laugh decline
hiding in thumbs to hitch a ride
what do you do?
trickled in varnish to jeckyll your hyde
no body wants to formaldehyde           
so hard to clean when the baby breaks
where does it go?  why all the cracks?
open a bottle.  its' friendly flows
they know they guess
they guess they do
why does the fire go out?
someone telling souls aint right
disturbing a comet frightens the math
what does that engender?
numbers cross the page
don't tell the wizard
go have a drink
he always eats the math
some path for a guess
some guru digress
writers have a go
stories symbolic imagining maps
inventory counts, bathroom breaks
dog soaks in bath to comfort his chain
drinking badly toes his thinking
shuffling shoes muffling cries
don't know what the soaks are thinking
you might be crazy, your the pariah
shading slides, they to who
you become me, but you won't care
shedding guest an epitaph
won't be a proper move
go to the stable
the chess piece is there
you will never know
don't got the words
I won't address the math
their negative square roots
I punch the crack, break the wall
pull up the floor
revising and reviving
recusing the math


denis streeter   2/16/19

what it's not

an inclement is not a spade
a mint made with wrinkles
it is a unit of measurement
it is the inclementation of the possible
a fermentation of the snot


denis streeter   2/15/19