Some separation required

The was a phone
Eye took pictures
Mind received
Stored in compartment
Sometimes retrieved
No buttons pushed
Memories made
When I'm phoned in
Made real to me
To you I don't know
You have me
Some separation required
Imaginary real does it matter
It does you say
I agree
But only to a degree
Real imaginary blends
Sleep dreams
Days tabulate
You your phone
Know no buttons
Emotional intake
Scrambled
Sleep
Imaginary made real
Dreams
Honed in
Forget the p
The real it seems
You have me
Some separation required
If I am to be
Believed.

Denis Streeter 1/21/13

Outing

The closet went out to dinner
With the cloaks and the ties
Nothing special really
Just a suit and tie
But the tie went missing
Looking for an affair
With the socks
It was hot for a moment
Both fell dirty panting
Over.
The closet wants to move on
But stayed put
It's a containment issue
The other closets wanted to peer in
But it was not their custom
Against their bylaws
So they went away
Leaving the closet alone
As it was accustomed
The other clothing hung drawn
Peering expectantly
Feeling put on
Waiting
For the next affair.

Denis Streeter 1/19/13

Whichstick

The lettuce shorted out
While I swam
Two drumsticks and a bottle of wine
The torrent quicken
I got my whichstick and started beating
Enough to curdle, brought to stir
Not a bat was beating
The lemons silence beyond tears
In torrents of pine sol and wine
All the cleaning and clearing
Above the sodden sky
Coming down drearing
While soaks wake my walk
Waterjackets
Cast amongst the sheens
In that midnight awareness
Of yesterday's happenstance
Correction of daze night
Still buzzing anger
Hornets to light
Drilling new depth
Coaling my fire
Swimming
In these turning ways.

Denis Streeter 1/9/13

The Little Island

Little kitten and little island converse.  It's surreal and truly magical.  If you've never read the 1947 Caldecott winner "The Little Island" by Margaret Wise Brown you're in for a treat.  Margaret Wise Brown is a true poet and illustrations by Leonard Weisgard complement it perfectly.  It's completely charming and wiser than you know.  I don't want to say much about this book, but it will cast a quiet spell on you.  Probably many of you have seen and read this children's classic by the writer of "Goodnight Moon", but it's worth many reflections.  Highly recommended for all ages.

Denis Streeter  1/7/13

And there was evening and there was morning

The hammer left late that summer morning
Trying on baskets of winter leaves
Autumn left behind
Nobodys season
Tucked behind the pantrys inside drawer
Starting to snore
Dreams of drills and nails
Tool enclaves
Slaving sleep yet hearing roar
"Where's my fn hammer!"
Hammerhead winks and blinks to sleep
Winter leaves nobodys season
Battered open drawers
Dreaming what forgot
And open found
Sobered up
What was said
Hammerhead
Workhead
Nobodys season
But its reason.

Denis Streeter  1/5/13

Shake

The oysters drank their shells
Shake
Under sea roof rise
Shelling sand dollars
Under currency wheels
The planets roared and hummed
Squatting spheres of surprise
Until rain danced the seashore rise
Waiting for coffins to formaldehyde
And dust the distance
The starfish left behind
Tied to two docks
A duck and a tugboat
An ox and a snake
To zodiac below
The zodiac above
Dust in the wake
Water in the screen
Shake
The sand dollar cake
No candles lit
It's not your time
Shoot again adam
It'll come anseley
Shake again
You'll magritte to dali
Shake again artfully
You lose go fish
Oysters shark some shellfish pie
Allergize and insulin
Shock the system
Shake zodiac above below
What's to know
Follow the line to key lime
You know your just desserts
Shake

Denis Streeter  1/3/13

Xylophone borealis

The stories are told
Down by the blue lagoon
Where time lags and stories stretch
Large enough to fill the sky
The imagination
Leaps uncontained
And I hear the notes play
Feeling their colors
Xylophone borealis
Sun changing ice floes
Spectral analysis
And the mind moves in waves
Conducting some hidden orchestra
Changing its tone, its tune, its story
There's nothing to graph
The story listens
Feels changing cadences
Flows and adapts
Weaving strands
Lines of journey
Stories of life
Listening
Changing tone

Denis Streeter  1/2/13