three poems

Yeard



January februaried
March apriled
May juned
July august
September octoberd
November decemberd.


Denis Streeter


Stalemate


Philosopher theologians
Agnostic atheists
Watched meteor showers
Wondering
And watching each other


Denis Streeter


Chatterizing


Full as Chihully on glass
The shards were singing
Ovens of kitchenware
Fighting oxygen tanks
Overboard
While cheap clip earrings
Scattered chattering
Under the moondog sun
Under the sundog moon
Chatterizing


Denis Streeter  

Freedom equivocracy

all the freedom and none of the money
that's what the problem said and it had no solution
of course it was a lie that only seemed like truth
like a shape shifter of some illusional reality
or is it delusional
perhaps that will pass spell check
either way it's the thought that counts
which can change at any given time
like two times two equals five
I suppose that is true if you don't know enough
like my bored high school math teacher
who proved that
one plus one equals three
using cosines and sines
and no one could find the error
freedom is an elusive
reality
some think it a disease
something immoral that needs to be stamped out
but there are different types of freedom
there's freedom to take care of yourself instead of meeting the needs of others
now what does that mean
I don't want to go into that now
there's sexual freedom
but there's also consequences
and it becomes a personal balancing act
mixing freedom with responsibility
help, hurt, solve, go
how to decide
a freedom to make your own decision
be your own equivocator
perhaps government
is a large impersonal version of
equivocracy
I don't even know what that means
but perhaps I'm being equivocal
I have the freedom of not being hooked on money
but my mind has baited me
hook line and sinker
that stinker
so I set it sailing and I
instinct
somewhere between my center and higher self
is something called love
some call it God
it doesn't matter to me
it's just a term
and thee theology argument begins
the freedom wars
because freedom is also a
cost
love not always
equal

denis streeter   4/22/16

nothing at all

tulips bend tipping streams
shells shade between spaces
floats loft align
shelves float hiding bars
oars blight bleatin to fly
ocean sills barnacles silent
dressing floors to wing
flowers shallow in shine
howling vine sense awake
ladders trip nonsense below
veggies stew pursuing feet
rabid in foam conclusions
sensing tables fly
boards bench and beaches vine
snaking shades below
colors wake
it wasn't wine or sense
wasn't nothing at all.

denis streeter   4/6/16