Yes

Don't know how I came across this again. Don't think this has anything to do with the Jim Carrey, Zooey Deschanel, Terence Stamp movie Yes Man...

Over the analogs
The posters bloom
Blue hives of fairy tales
Breathing dogs of shame
In the cats meow
When kibbles bit storms
Sore halitosis
The mercury rings forgot
Samples in the maze
Toast in the molecules
Hiding in the night
Forethought forgotten
Sleeves in mores
That time forgot
Left in not out
And the frequencies bent
All the best from the worst
Leaving behind a malaise of A's
The constitutional suite
Well lived in rug
Dusted not cleaned
While toilets scrubbed
You sat
On analogs and poster blooms
I did not understand
You nodded your head and said
Yes.

Denis Streeter 10/21/13 & 2/14/14

Sleep wake sleep

Three pieces I wrote this morning after waking for an hour,then went back to sleep...slightly edited at library.

Beneath a feather

Trappist monks
Taking teabodies
Out to sea
In a scrunk
An open door
Remains shut
And the winter air
Hungers
Feeding shelter
Through finger tips
Opening chores
Feeding clothes
Other loomings
Live in shelters
Unreleased
And in the rubberbands
The wastelands live
Prufrock galivants
Pavlov salivates
Rorschach leaves
Results under tea
Where the norm bipolars
Under the busted grins
Everyone knows your name
Leaving lashes
Under the steeplechase
And the understudy understands
At half past nine
Feeling the weather
Icing decline
And the temperature rose
Toward afternoon
Knees blistered nose bled
Thoughts sinister
And my head said
In the afternoon
The seahorse shaped question
Marks the time
And the question is the answer
Laughing moonshine
Leaving me and
My guests behind
Funny steeples
Shot windows
Caressing doors
Where the new you know
Keeps laughing
Falling
Seeping
Sleeping
Under the hyde of night
Where none come out
Degrade
Digress
Degrammer
Falls and hides
Shipwrecked
Beneath a feather.

Denis Streeter 10/7/13


My door

Where did you feel
My corners snow
Over rocks
Into stone
Where did you find
Isotope
In my mind
Covered leaves
Mixing trees
Watching all
Of my time
Slicing dumb
Bending mine
Casper sieves
Under leaves
Watering holes
Left behind
Oceans weep
Shadows bend
Mime asleep
Under stores
Wanders
That sharp edge
Caves to walk
Ocean floors
Fishing smelt
Prayers distraught
Caspers
Thraught
Lacerates
Lazurus
Waking
The spring
Shadows beneath
Laugh
Isotope
Leaking out
My door.

Denis Streeter 10/7/13


Sun blocked

Lead fountains bleed
Shed and wine
All she said
In the corner
Left the snake
In the cabinet
Sunny stove
Hatching eggs
Finger nose
Frigging away
All the clothes
Begin to fray
First a start
Then an end
Filling space
Sinisters
Under floor
Board the moon
Looney tune
All the nouns
Verbal
In the gass
As they watch
The turning
On off away
Setting time
Variable play
Out the door
The cupboard
Feed the weasel
Pop the horn
Settle down
All forlorn
Off the horse
Out away
Boardwalked
Shadowed
Fertile wise
Under sinks that pray
Lead whine
Sun blocked.

Denis Streeter 10/7/13

The Contrite Contradictory Roll

It's been a long hard week of Fall Rush at the University Book Store and computer troubles. My mind is shot...or at least that's my excuse for writing this piece. I came up with it while walking back to my car from the bookstore and craving my slices of pepperoni from Grocery Outlet.

An hor d'oeuvre for the perfect bipolar culinary experience...

1) 1 slice Pepperoni
2) 1/2 leaf Romaine
[Be sure they are equal amounts]
3) Roll together and hold in center with a toothpick.

It's easy to make.
Try out your own version...

Denis Streeter 9/27/13

feral post

my email lost
a post gone feral
pop-up overlays of wizards
tummies of liposuction
all the pop-ups
the websites pressed
traveling directionless
feral screen
without reason
writing disappears
not to return
and I've lost
everything I have written
post gone feral
mirroring wildness within
calling my community
set my computer back
to 9/11
because HAL told me to
and now I have email
and the problem still works
go back go back
to C4
451
some scraps of paper to
remind me how to be human or humane
feral remainder

denis streeter 9/22/13

Three

Some dialectic experiment with a kind of made up old English feel.

Gibber gon

o'er seaful o becks
da sou-western borobows
preebin' shanty
thankin' groun'
turn roun' korned
rye o'er shadow shacks
windin' rivers
mimblin' turtles
snappin' gulf yonder
pebbles pock up
past present
betsys rock home
all di wivvel
pringlin' past
in da watershed
shadow shirt gown
duchess go goosey
roun' trip horsey
o'er dem downs
clippin' di clowns
eye in di horsey
thinkin' go roun'
gold dift
pan tuckered
fribber frapt
sentrun gibberest
purty n deep
gilead gleated
ocean goad song
fibbered
gibber gon

Denis Streeter   9/3/13


Scotch to broom

house to tree reckonin' me
o'er di scotch broom circle
troublin' da math
lichen di time
inchin' da chalk
circlin' di tree
tree drop through
hallow earth
catchin' soun's
nown hereafter
caught wiff di bees
yor sweet honey
ain' no alphabet
no a's or b's
nown shacks n harts
bumble beed
learnin' di pattern
unner earth
circlin' the circlin'
watchin' the watchin'
lichen di time
stil of korner
reckonin' me
whouse the tree
saddlin' drinkin'
scotch to broom
chalk in loom
weavin' n woven
waftin' tune

Denis Streeter   9/3/13


oft ot

marys the timin'
sugar off course
maplin' trees
mappin' knees
sap a wandrin'
sits to do
short stack pancake tru
breakfast lumbrin'
nown to do
oft shoot
trigger song
sugars mary
aft ot
sit squat
timin' schedule
oft ot
dun in threes
prayerin' up an
cestered through
crumbs to zone
pastured past
wine communion
learnin' leanin'
oft ot

Denis Streeter  9/3/13

Flugelhand

the icicles shot the webs too long
over canyons into song
and the ride over was way too long
we break icicles to stab our food
engendered our species through tunnels of sand
and the last one was copper panned
shoed in lake horse meridian
just off the handle north east of gone       
and the shoe shorn saddlebags jigger
in the sued ocean blue
where sad handles shake their hips and shoes
before the coffee kettle boils and kachoos
and the valleys laugh that canyon song
shhhhh...and the rocks gurgle
revealing the old spring bed
tempting old towns to unearth
just the wind's laughing mirth
and the trails travel out and in
trials saddlebags and jigger
mirroring myself from the outside in.

Denis Streeter   8/19/13

Supposing...

You discovered a wonderful remainder book on the bookstore bargain table...only slightly dog-eared.  You were curious as the cat on the cover of an open book and curiouser about the title Supposing...
It's a picture book by poet Alastair Reid originally published in 1960 and reissued by the New York Review Children's Collection.  Seriously...check out from the library any of the books from this collection.  They're all good.  I also have Ounce Dice Trice by Alastair Reid...another wonderful treat for the imagination...and probably deserves a separate blog posting.  After picking up Supposing..., I read portions aloud to customers and co-workers...and they all wanted a copy...but I got the last one!  I wish I had written these.

Here are three samples...

Supposing
I had a great house with valuable paintings
and furniture and things and I came
home one day and it was all blazing
and burned down and people came
rushing up to me being sorry for me
but I just laughed and took off my
clothes and threw them onto the fire...

Supposing
I had a picture of the view from my window
and painted the river orange just for fun, and
when I went out the next morning the river had
really turned orange...

Supposing
I had a twin brother but we never told
anyone and only went to school half the
time each...

These are lots of fun with perfectly complemented illustrations by Bob Gill. 
You'll want to come up with your own supposings and drawings.

Denis Streeter   8/1/13