reset the watch - equibelent

dipping down the well
i found a possum shining for tea
it was grey as grass with a ruby red throat
conjuring up something a plum would have noticed
when it was all up and the powder turned green
their lips parted and their horns began to shine
it was a little startled at first, but then leveled off a bit
each spring settling down into some ink and snow
scrubs would grub their rosy wings reaching in dreams
caspers growing from pot holes in brown greens
onions leaning their elbows to harp and pine
lessons forgiving what the sloped news knows
dried as dressings and salmon toad
leaches living off sea bottoms decide to fly
washing in norms dressing in vulgar to find the divine
reading through silt the slide doors opens
two pox, a time table, a sneeze of trees
welcome wells into columns, hooks into cheese
possums of corners never land
fixtures unopened, no one to feed
settles saddle down to a dry cold room steeped in dreams
nobody called, nobody cared, nobody gives a damn
another lesson designed and destroyed
nothing was done
reset the watch
set it ticking

denis streeter   4/10/17

flounce

all warning otherwise went out the window
looking for a sinner in flies
there was nothing in the daffodil
nothing in the eyes
just a torrent of empty song
and a beaver to sing with it
must resist it sounded wouldn'd
but I didn't
it jumped me
I went into the pantry and grabbed a wooden spoon
feeling rather beat up
the cookies went into oven
feeling baked

all city dogstreams go down center
where the dogs began to fly
out the noise indoors
the kings began to flounce
don't know what they're flouncing for
don't know what it means
it know it's not from fleece, flace, flounce
it's not Germanic
it's not a fluid ounce
it's not a doorway

don't move around impatiently to my annoyance
the flounce picked up its spatula and walked away
forgetting he was a wooden spoon
another wooden actor on a decked up stage
too early for laughter not enough for crying
get off stage!

okay I set the hybrid aside
not enough information for the sandwich
tmi you know tmi!
you squash that banquet right quick!
there's not enough juno in that snow!

yah well...you got me there
I was an elephant in a past life, now I'm a donkey's ass
are you subhuman if you don't care about politics
there's no I beg your pardon
that flounces the scene
except of the flouncy kind
you do the arithmetic!
time coach!

I wish you were ashaft already
I'd set you aside before
now my taffy is gone
traded for my choosy sugar
only a batchelor would know
drafting for more but not a beer cabinet
request the floor
must resist the door, but there it is

damn shoe fly again
thought I'd sent it to Costa Rica
instead it came back with a salmon
I didn't think there was any salmon there
I didn't ask

google is an oddstrument
its present tense is not gargle
right in front of me was a spade
I dug down
flounced about

denis streeter   3/18/17

blasphemarium only kinder

sentences counter to why
shy in a conundrum way
wayward enough to cry
teetering on tocks
the spread is low the length is wide
doesn't explain who captured who
just a desk of the labyrinth kind
gesture to blow over snow
the rabbit besides
trackless the x resurrects the y
gallonteens the distance
beneath splinters
those lily white lizards of y
all bedroom sweat as noise
what the bears thought neutral
the knives thought wise
drifting in place
with the fork and spatula
waiting for a rooster rise
so wide you could follow him
behind dry buckets
thrown in the fire
the crayons melting
where the mitten cries
behind trowel doves
the trounces try
the moon center stage
worshipping acting cult
a streetcar named desire
a mesmerizing tailor
the clock fast forwards
it's nine not ten
or is it the other
the rocket clocks back
"there's no more snow your egos on fire!"
rest in that stream to impale
interpolates it's not wise
more believed in
that shotgun glass
receiving its marrow
upstage in laughter ducts
behind medicine counters
two bones chew in lab
there was no time for supper
only it's aftershock
spilled in the question y
labspeak in charlie board cry
reaching the distant bone
jester in twine
washing up for noon
the table sets arks on the counter
a wishing bone for tea
to elephant the room
labs for a doctor
washing for school
inside a drum.
the polar express
bisects each mind
splinters control acting blind
two thoughts in molecules
molecular devices
attracting encounter
watching the nose grab whys
honk its horn whilst passing by
it's up to the dressing
what's it addressing
thrown a curve in blithering blather
what the coat left behind...
missed what it said
watching the irony fly in circles
watching for dad
mending my window strawed in plaid
squalid on the counters
waiting for grads to fly
that censorless design
caught in the crack hole
chocolate by design
floors in catapaults decide
where the lens blinds
it's not an office affair
the lines are grinding
cicero declining
waiting by the counter
sadness unknown
opens the snow
petrified
the roads are freezing but not past cold
not what you pretended for
those rose of thorn
the Christ behind
squalid in the hole
between the eyes
it's creamier than I'd like
finding dead center
impound along the y
colder than spice hotter than try
in a cross-dressin design
placing scruples where the bottom dries
night disappears
defining
yesterday morning
meant to be kinder.

denis streeter   3/11/17

don't knock the landing

the sole broken shoe strings
remove their toes before work
the bower closes foot stomping
grapes remove shoes floor their feet
a whiff of fresh air, the drunks come flying
wee tipsy-chords in a ply of thigh
wouldn't tapestry Arabian rugs
horn blistern eastern side
thought scream before it was real
daftness set aside for tuning
lockstep untide of the lake'ish kind
kid in a can locked in a box
all subsidies on the side
the corner market bought none
the coroner thought twelve to nine
it was only orange after
knocks on the side with a flurry of pine
opens a birthday of wine
September broaches November
twelve booking three for overtime
nothing's in the pantry.  the coast is clear
all the flies are dead
cinder sipped beneath the surface
watching the waves go by
a triton pacifies the pastor
parking just to fly
daftness steps aside
lockstep adieu
don't knock the landing

denis streeter   2/25/17

bed climbs out

it cracks the surface
those ubiquitous dreams
surging for more asking less
wandering souls shifting water for pain
plants drink toothpicks, water cherries cucumber
wonder what will encumber
the last will be least
the diaphragm says
eaten between goodwill and lunch
sticks light firewood dressing poison ivy
the tree sap said it's much too lax
bring up the bottle and let's have a beer
or two depending on what's near
lean one pole dress the other.  it's the torment that matters
drifters twist off mark in capital haze
struggling cavities drip but that's who they are
a wonderful watershed of leaning
flattened between floor droppings illogical procession
one beer, poison ivy and a coke
matters of civility practiced their harmful nature
harebrained between pages and lost between toes
jilted as hunger pangs leprosy oud
no show met no sent
nonsense to dinner
see what to recover
absinthe and wine trigger the demise
all in place and snookered
the last piece was empty but that was fine
a Figaro in basking wax
emptied its pores and wept to bed
nothing inside was waiting
it was a judicious pour
lining the bathtub with more
a crack down the drain
coffee bilging the surface
tea to tamper down
evening nightfalls
bed climbs out
to count the dreams


denis streeter   2/23/17

cranky

shy of test tubes, the math goes down the drain
struggles with incesticide
seeking psychoanalysis
warmth circling outward
pesticide in
the subject changed not wishing to be negative
but got off base
losing the basis
London in the pool
Paris at the altar
have some nonesuch.  heard it's good for you.
prescribing lethargy is a real boner
outside reach and in the pool
legs missing in winter hide
slide some rain into winter and get soaked
always complaining and whining about something
the wise cracked open and lent some beer
40 days in the wilderness
or is it 50
choose your denominy
rest
oh my god what's happening now
really don't want to do know
open my lethargy file
the liturgy do work
still searching for the upper room
February lost, March found
pulling together is hard to find
fending off one or another
the kits are empty.  are they benign?
toss the baby ashore.  I'll catch it.
sublime they call it. 
what's that?  I checked my nonsense periodicals.  they were missing.
out the trapdoor.  missing the bait.
check the pole.  it's empty.
except for the studious inclined
miss that mine
where's that trifecta?
hiding its meaning
out searching for constables
consonants constantly unstable.  elemental.
oh get out the screens.  they're doddery again.  I already picked a spliced apple
here it is under the floor mat.  reaching its diggery doggerel
between sliced bread
get out some dough.  your paycheck's low
fiction hides what truth confides
but fiction is not lying
singing a different tune
notes in colors
how do you feel
ripe as a gray brown squirrel?
now that's just cranky!
pass me the side dish
I'm going to hide


denis streeter   2/9/17

raise the cup

the stone reminder is gone
talking of the past
kibbles in the sun and fast pretenders
reaching sky full of mumbles
sanctuaries full of wine
the last lessons were gone
the least among us
shifting and leasing and lying
the daughters of Christ mix chronos in pine
it's not untoward devils divine
mostly the suitcase won't fit
raised by nines in the status quo
monkeys couldn't have the coffee split or the boxes benign
wait in line, they wouldn't go
blubbering bleating wool
gathering tween the eyes and nose
two times a line and a crib of crab
tongue tied pappy
fishing up solutions the bombs lept behind
studied in morse and drone to daft
the orange benign
eight in line
shoehorn between a t z
nothing to adze
the junket fell off walking weavers delivering eight
nine in line
frosting the end just for pretend
books line up, pages bend
it isn't locked or primed
do not send
mary knows
pressing junkie cardboard sleeves
granting the pleas
out the window under eaves
it was narrow wide and late
some in the gates drift away
that way
a shoegun between socks in the hat
wafer in the sleeze
raise the panter
down the cabinets
dressers up
eaves behind
locked between
silence
raise the cup

denis streeter   2/4/17