Given

When the rocks come in
I'll come tumbling down
Into the moorish wind of sound
Wind myself up, let myself down
And when the complete comes
I'll toss myself away
Leaving laughters loss
On its way far away
Dust in the dreams
Catapault awake
Away from me
Dust in my dreams
Caterpiller sleep
Lives met
When I'm awake
Tumbling down
Reaching out
Sent but not forgiven
Forest from my trees
Memory freeze
Tease thaw wake
Given.

Denis Streeter 1/6/11

Streets

The color of streets
When they walk at night
Twisted yellow gray
Obscure light.
The curve of streets
When they talk at night
Countenance untold
Rolled in tight.
The story of streets
Moonlit dry
Walk when they talk
Asking why.

Denis Streeter 1/5/11

streaming

targets in the room
the dead drops down
open hooded tommorrow
drifter bent and cod tied
listening to the drifters float by
flooding the rooves of the sycamore trees
while the T's were left holding up the nails
in a bitten room with rust holding eyelashes
quick as a timbuktu but not quite as fast
never without sugar the chlorine count was down
colonel corpusal didn't know what to do
just went down the ranks counting off
with two by fours and rugs and screws
nothing left to do
just an orange on the horizon
and nothing to rhyme
shadows dipped colas behind screens
motion pictures went into hiding
down the grass root beds hunting for bugs
screens screaming for a cow and a calf
one and a half
half and half
then it was morning
coffee.

denis streeter 12/28/10

that makes no sense

letters crossword
out clutter my mind
numbers reverse
never reaching negatives
breadsticks slide
islands to outlets
walls shift
removing sleeves in pockets
books fall
removing shadows
curtains hang up
trying to fly
light sockets revert
to prehistoric times
dinosaurs fit
in volkswagen bugs
dust drifts
as cavities explore
noon knocks
whispers open
when clocks whine
the moon shingles
nerves wrap
'round noah's ark
when beams sing
moats know we are ready.

denis streeter 12/22/10

Perhaps they will tell

Beauty sleep shadowed the deep
Opening arms to stardusting eyes
Eyelids flutter, indecive shutters
Turning your night sky to think and dream
Tap off drain inside twirling swirling
Your world refiguring day...into night
What will your night dreams teach you
When you wake up in the morning
Just ask the day dreams
Perhaps they will tell.

Denis Streeter 11/5/10

dust in my eyes

you were waiting
i had died
i was living
i had cried
dust in ashes
real bones
rising up for
the unknown
wishes waiting
put on hold
stories telling
said untold
love is waiting
i ignored
i'm debating
being floored
you were waiting
dust my eyes
love is waiting
realize.

denis streeter 11/1/10

before

face off
revealed colors
off colors
burnt green
troubador orange
labrador red
tuscadee dream
left behind
doorsill
dreams love
before your knowing
before your ready
before you die.

denis streeter 10/30/10