Wait

The world is way larger than we can imagine
The tree outside your window
Housing birds, creating oxygen, privacy
Your world is way larger than I can imagine
My world is way larger than you can imagine
Trust and love...
Connection...
Our worlds collide
You share
I share
I feel your world...
It is so large my heart can not take it all in
I want to have enough love to take in your world
But I can't. My heart expands. It hurts too much.
But I can't stop my heart expanding.
Please let me know when it is too much...or not enough...
I'll let you know...I'll try...
Sometimes I shut down
It's not you...but yes it's partly you
You and me are more than I can take in at that moment
Please wait for me
I love you
Please wait for me

Denis Streeter 8/15/11

No does not mean yes

People hear what they want to hear
All the wishful thinking they want
And log their thoughts in
Hoping you'll log your thoughts out...
At the library computer
I leave to print out my poem
Poem still up on my screen
He asks me if I'm finished
I say "No" and leave to print my poem
While I'm printing he's logging me out
To start his log in session
I come back
"I'm still working here"
"I thought you said 'yes'."
"I said 'no'."
"Oh...sorry."
"Don't worry I'll log you out"
And so I log in again
People hear what they want to hear
I hear this poem...

Denis Streeter 8/14/11

Slipshod manner

The signs of running
Running narrow made
Tip top narrow faced
Purses guessing the bill
Guessing hats as feasts gather
Hatting two by two
Just when the purses weren't coming through
And the time crunch stopped
Sailing earthen vessles to guessing jars
Guessing sinks waiting to be overturned
One thread decibel away
One threaded horn throw
And the horns turned on each other
Two by two
Two by fours guessing walking the plank
Guessing bills the purses left behind
Nursing grudges walking plank
One south sea behind, opening doors in slipshod manner
Shoring disasters hiding in stores
And when the shimmering waits
The shoe shines come lumbering in.

Denis Streeter 8/12/11

Sense and dreaming

Dreary loading the setting sun
Eyelid window tilted
Fishing downstream
Nonsense meadows
Sense walked out the door, but came back
Drew up my covers with Harold's purple crayon
Rest my eyes, dream of flying
Sensible came back. You can't do that.
Close my eyes and dream...
I'm at a friend's house and they won't let me leave
I'm already two hours late for work...
Why do I have these anxious dreams
I'm never late for work
But that was last night's dream
What will I dream tonight...
Angels and sparrows and and cottonwood rest in my head
Drovers of bows and pent up pistols lay their nests
Wonder and sensible work my dreams
Questioning my sleep
Dreary eyelid window tilted
Dreams of flying
You can't do that
Why not...

Denis Streeter 8/10/11

Just another expression

All the lights
And none of the shadows
Make for a Christmas tree of madness
The engines roar
Blue Angels above
The cheering of Seafair
The noise I've come to hate
Interrupting my thoughts
People come to be entertained
They don't want to think
Just forget their day
Let the roar of the engines
The wow of activities
Lull their brain to sleep
I hate Seafair
I hate the Blue Angels
I hate people
Well...okay...I don't hate people
It's just...well...forget it
Have another drink
Enjoy the festivities
Don't let me
Rain on your parade.

Denis Streeter 8/6/11

Silent wake

Whispers in the silence
The night walks in
Sinewy and dark with dreams
Dripping sound barrier
Castles crumble
Ounces wait
Oceans fracture their depth
Into tunnel causeway dreams
And the shadows roar sleeps silence
Deaf to wandering castles
Dream syndicate clarity
And the faultiness of waking hours.

Denis Streeter 8/3/11

Fathers

I thought I would write a piece about fathers
About dying fathers
And try to make it non specific
And universal enough so you could relate to it
But personal enough so you would understand.
But it was too complex
You said "Try me..."
Okay...
My father...
Brilliant, absent-minded, bi-polar, deviant
Caring, manipulative, honest, deceiving
Now wait a minute...
You've just made a list
Nothing personal, but that tells me nothing
Okay...
What do you want me to tell?
Who are you? Who was he?
That's complicated...
Just know that
I knew him better than anyone in the family
Strengths and frailties
Nothing personal, but that tells me nothing
Okay...
I'll deal...
He's dead, through his own hands
I'm living, dealing with friends
Customers relationships
I'm still becoming...
That's still pretty vague
Who are you? Who was he?
I am...he is...still becoming...
Story.

Denis Streeter 8/1/11