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

The truth

Life is so beautiful
That nothing matters
The numbness you feel
Is beauty folding inside you
Is the lie that holds you awake
The truth that lets you down
Takes your sleep
Guides your day
Your trust in self and others
Gone with the wind
Old fashioned traits
Hold you up
Litter your wind
Lie to your face
Wish for more
It lies too
There is no truth but what is truth
It's not enough
For what lies as truth
In the discord depress
What you confess
Won't hold up in court
For what lies as truth
Your overblown
Floating to the moon where
The man gives you advice
Best not to adhere
You grab a beer
Soup almost ready
Beer nearly gone
It didn't have to go this way
But it did
In its entitlement
Find its moment
Still speaking
Without words
The contradiction of
The truth.

Denis Streeter   7/14/13

Slow breakfast

The crab rolls were tasty
As they lolled off the dog's tongue
Full of sassafras and goat's milk
In cream rhymers of thyme and sage
Worlds of contraband dance
Surrounding oceans of seaweed
Before the nonce reunion
Of sautéed prawns buttering shrimp
The last of the saline ships at arbor
Drips of ivy pyramidalis
Washing shores of sand to clay
Remolding figures to drip
Weathered bake love breath
Ships sang and sank
Generations of recovery
Old made new seen through
Shadows of foolish ways
Ringing those distant bells
Washing us home
Drifts of song leaves laughing
Fluttering wind chimes
Silent lesson
You know
Awake
Slow breakfast

Denis Streeter  6/29/13