working through the spaces

I've got more time than I used to
There are regular things I do
like half hour morning exercises and daily hour walks
The rest of the time I just try to be busy
but not very hard
I feel guilty about not doing enough
and wasting my time like watching tv
I do the occasional online job seminar
but it seems rather pointless
I don't really want any job
I'd rather go back to what I was doing
I know.  Me and everyone else.
It's great seeing clear skies and few cars and people being innovative with their time
but I just don't seem to be doing much
The only jobs available for someone like me is not online
It's grocery stores or delivering food or working in something like an Amazon warehouse
I detest Amazon
That leaves me with spaces
Empty spaces
I'm trying to figure out how to fill these spaces.

denis streeter   4/25/20

barking with the cockamamies

the stars were screeching corners
spilling wine sideways grieving
touchdown run of baloney
bunnies in hot cross buns
while pigeons were spinning
dogs were barks and cats were slung
under door mats with the cockamamies
littered liquored and ready to go
counter intuitives pine
howling hiccups in labragraphs
behooving litter long lost
lovers hidden past participles
lying in wail of squalor
inside alphabet washing
hoses noses toses
crying beneath covers
hot cross buns meet
wring cabbage to sea in a sieve
the wherefores don't ask the whys
singing in participles
barking with the cockamamies

denis streeter   4/24/20

the new normal

out on the range waking up miners
it was minor detail
but something i enjoyed
blasting reveille through closed tent openings
hearing the rolling over and cursing was heart warming
those days back at boy scout camp
farragut state park idaho
that was one of my favorite things
nice having that sort of power
i didn't have any power
didn't know my capabilities
but i did discover i was inquisitive
wanted to know about people
read and listened a lot
didn't experience a lot
but i compared what i heard and read to reality
guess we all do that
for me it felt more like a calling
maybe that's why i fit into a college bookstore environment
unemployed fills me with anxiety
but it's good to stay in contact with my 2 former supervisors
good to stay in touch with my clogging friends
staying caught up with all my friends
who in the past had no time
now they have time
how are they doing in this plague
these are not minor issues
wake up
mine our depth
blast your revelle
into this new wilderness
supporting each other
is the new normal

denis streeter    4/14/20

I woke up this morning

All composed a wedding at Cana
Waiting for the fish to come in
Happy and no fool among them
Cheer and the Holy Ghost
Something had risen.  There were lessons for that
but the people thought it was Western dogma
nonetheless they bowed and prayed
they know not what they do
it was a calling
sticks wavered blew in and crossed themselves
where had their gods blown
gods of money temptation and fate
death and glory to their ancestors
misleading ways to die

the tree stood solemn waiting for bed
wanting to dance
there was something underneath it
2020 years ago a lightning took place
splitting
stone moved mid day light to dark to light
He stood among us reminding us he died for our sins
but also reminding us he had great love for each of us
His life was light and was celebration
The dark had shifted
those who lived in darkness were taught this life
through acts of compassion
those with no one no longer walked with no one
his disciples taught a breath of love
tree a reminder
there is no need to walk in fear
only love

denis streeter    4/12/20

before

dark
light
year cycles
holy lights
fire springs
strength, weakness
depression, doubt
fades to glory
resurrection reads faces
wonders where we will turn
life lit wonders
ponder
before the resurrection

denis streeter   4/11/20

written after viewing moving good friday service

why stop now

the circus said no
let it go
the public said otherwise
the creative went into hibernation
using the gifts god gave them
mine is stuff like this
the drafting box
let itself fly
not too much
just enough to let off the gas
not enough to untoward the situation
when rabbits get high, people get low
it wasn't always this way
chickens stroll hampers in cages
sometimes it's fowl sometimes it's green
it doesn't matter the situation
they were born that way
a dog turns the cat's cradle
a tail spin
rafting waters giving too high the ghost
junking minds to smaller things
cast iron buckets and clover pants
a thinking notch to hurdle the situation
what do you think when the hive is high
does it recapitulate or close down
sometimes thinking is for fools
art turns the vase
a creative vasselates
cream in the corner avast of buns
turnover cakes they're down
a viable situation
grabs hold and fingers cross
too cold to bath, too hot to cold
the inebriated dance
lunch is free, alcohol for the taking
corners spin for next in line
don't know what to do
knives fork and spoons holler
it isn't where the math ends
it's where it begins
like a seamstress in the rain
soaking up water with a hose
reading newsprint like a lie
the trees take orders, but it's unkind
what has this come to?
the lies know but they aren't guessing
neither the pours nor the pies
feed and pour, feed and pour
they're out of balance
organize and send away
a spatula a day
readers scratch their heads and wonder why
this did not stop much sooner

denis streeter   4/9/20

tightening

screws loose in plastic bottoms
scribbling away
loose feathers on the quay
down that old highway
something better
a ground reed whistle
a cockled door
a raised eyebrow
whistled out the door
fronting each side away
green before white and grey
they all fall down
time to see another day
before the blade falls
another shelter burns
flies and turns
gravel dish stone
harboring grounds
before the fire broke
sand flew
dust chattered

denis streeter    4/7/20

sometimes you write

see where it goes
its flights of fancy no one knows
a snicker snack a doce do
a snark at night the tuba knows
a shark at noon blew tuberoon
a slink a slack don't blow your tune
a slap tap back to tambourine
you do not write just what you mean
a target shoot a wedding pan
you must look sharp i am i am
when tigers shoot the marksman dead
a litter ture outside the head
the dark of night upheaves the day
there really isn't much to say
a littered room a frosty stove
a tongueless groove who really knows
the wise the guile less a stream
the wickedness of some extreme
a wedding hat a twisted rose
you have a few i know i nose
a rabbit feature turns your hat
but you don't know where it is at
quite comforbol to some extreme
i really don't know what you mean

denis streeeter    4/4/20