no lemons passing by

the joke was on him but the cleaning was not
full of rebel chic and wine dropping
he was not used to the shine
it used to come off so easily
particularly when it came off the hamper
and it was off again and on again
never reaching conclusions
the story brighter than not
dressing more fireworks than thunder
and conclusions worked the night
stealth and full of dark
shadows only reminder of light
dim blessing
the war went on over time
dressing in undress
the stakes were high and the mountains
no time for nonsense but there it was
no debate in the matter
oceans opened and swallowed
it was past tense
nothing near and nothing far just nothing
worth noting
a missing letter and all was lost
dressing down to dress up
nothing but sawed juju
and times wait for crawlers
just in time for witnesses
it was all in line
the substance was there but it was all unclear
the beheadings and all that
don't know what was true
perhaps it was traffic passing by
there were no lemons

denis streeter   5/29/16

reality check

no parking
lot full opposite church
in uw
so I went
down 15th
to meany hall
parking garage
the sign said
$15 street fair parking
I waited behind a truck at the toll gate
for five minutes
then left and parked
you were supposed to park for free
if you were church
but it was street fair
so I did not believe it
I went back to the toll gate
talked to the attendant
told him I was parking there for church
he said that was ok
I started to argue with him
how do you know I am church
there is no sticker on my car
I was thinking of u pres church
where a parking sticker is required
he smiled and said that was fine
like he trusted me
I could not get that inside my head
yet
I went to church walked back again
there was the car
with no ticket

denis streeter   5/22/16

save a little time

the captain sights and fights Catherine
sights a tune and carries away
over the path and light as gel
and the ocean lept over trees
it was green yesterday and yellow the day before
then came the rabbit sweep
full of purple and filled with fleas
the catnip full and please
lost in pavement over shadows
watching horizons with a dutch ear pride
listening in on the equation was part of the problem
the solution is letting it run
easier once you got used to the slime
and pride got in the way of cold
there was no solution in the horizon
just bedrock pies and ocean teas
a rock before noon to ply the trade
and never a wish you won't receive
daughter wise finds too much haze
a smoky head to make you higher
and a dust shadow before noon
watching the tires spread their feet
desinex the treads
dimes between their pliers
plies why changing
oster path and watcher climb
limbers light and fells fall
all that remains
buys a little time
cathy seems depressed
all that lightning in decline
she wants wine
never the tester ply
walk an evening in both directions
where fine goes awry
nassom limbo
only when the fidget cries
hard as noon in a bent tree blind
laughter snoozed a line or two
left the bed and went beyond sleeping
it may be helpless but it left tryin
dreams knocking beyond the hurry

denis streeter   5/21/16

Dream sleep

In the beginning were the dreams
and the dreams woke the sleep
the dreams were the sleep
and it was without form and void
there was day and there was night
dream sleep


persistent shapes, faces
places design washing mind
travel
travel


trees concrete
the lake inside
that pole
give me a call
the mind shines
dreams


a piano on the tree
porches
waits to be played
keys up, wired
inside drifting chairs strike up a tune


it's a little lonely when the stars are out
they believe in string theory
twinkling below


the branches there is a freeway
to the lake
follow that pull each leaf flutters
birds chariot
beyond know you go
that time slip


you call
dream sleep
a can strings
you answer


denis streeter    5/12/16

three poems

Yeard



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


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Stalemate


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


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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