blunderbuss

shot between two shadows
the streams come rolling in
bent out of control and steeple chased
chastened out of wool and possum apostles
the bed wigs wool worn
too long for straps
fields of snow floored their go
beastly but undermined poe
watching trees snowboard and pitch bark
it wasn't a matter of elbows
they've been discussed before
it was a matter of bones
how they rise and fall
how they get their equipment done
the depressed quibble searching for sense
they don't really care for life doesn't give any
just a screwed up lank at a lass for lotr
farms scramble vegetables searching for eggs
nothing but an unsuccessful sperm count
ok for a whale not for a male
word emotions
the temperature freezes overnight
not enough to get the willies
the tablets are done and don't want to be taken
wise in the front, dumb in the back
the creator don't give a shit and the wise don't mind
pretend they know better
isosceles gone
going one flavor to the next
pretending ent nice
it's how to survive in a shithole
in the coming dawn when it's just words
those who say don't be a big baby
the sun goes down and the moon farts
smells in your dreams.  you have no castle
hope destroys the extinct
or am i an oxymoron
who doesn't understand words
doesn't apostrophize the lower case
just uses them willy nilly
it's not poetry
poetry parses its words
doesn't use trite sayings
shows don't tells
but the fruitcake is showing
there is no nose
castration no fun
where's the holiday
there is none
hope goes out the window
watch those toes
they're frostbitten
get inside
i'll help you with the ax

denis streeter   1/18/18