lend me your ears

the mooring was loose and splintered with chaos
there was no jack and jill, or maybe there was
maybe they did go tumbling ever after
it was a sad state of affairs for both
it was a sad state of affairs for partisan leadership
if god is for us, who is against us
and whose god would that be
who will cast the first stone
no one really knows, but
it will be cast by both sides
it already is
each side its' lobbed lobby
how does each side deal with the pain
let's lose this confirmation and start again
maybe it will be a resurrection for both parties
I don't know
I doubt it
the next person will be another story
of partisan bickering
the truth will out eventually
but does it matter
it doesn't stand a prayer
but maybe it does
maybe it's all that's left


denis streeter   9/30/18

dustemotion

there are two versions.  one is my first draft.  the second is pared back to only 8 lines with the help of my best friend.  there could be any number of versions.

the sex was normal for ice cream               1
wrapping the diner for dinner     
the vegetables were dining room table   
chicken spread dumplings on fire        2
salmon fries French Hammond 
an artichoke of beer and hare        3
beef it out to beat a pair
dutch pudding posing as extract
an onion reading muffin burn
too many sandwiches to count       4
over tadpole nutrition
suckers of lollypops dress down cabinets
watch the toothache burn           5
sutures beyond repair
the scene beyond control
butter bat pried on fire              6
too fat the cataract said the cat
not enough bone on the scone said the rat
the sun laughed at the cat rat folly
soon, she said, soon
but it was already noon
there was no hopscotch on the pavement  
the stones were dry.  it didn't matter                  7
the sun still had a laugh
it didn't matter 'bout the math
sooner or later the dust always falls            8
the traffic turns empty
bog turns to fog
the frog turns away
dusted


denis streeter   9/1/18

careful with the pillows

flies at the flophouse
let them in
covered in gravy and pie
chopped and laced in rye
before they got panned
over in a minute
flour put out the fire
anise seed stewed
but that was another
hole in the middle
a comical fair
one glued to another
kept watch at bay
one fool at a time
why do we wait
a song on the toe and a hairspring tie?
you're entitled to know
as long as you wait
that cottage grove feels fine
singing beneath the rafters
a job well done
floating toes refining prose
a dress rehearsal
straying bay of steeples
the logorithms bray
reaching kitchen corners
blankets in repose
forgone conclusions
alphabet all night
long for tomorrow
guess for today
but that's not happening
longing for tea
the breeze took over
take out the stew and run
it's always better that way

denis streeter   8/30/18

crafter's mather

sink shaft falters
too late the sinuous creak
above below ladders
boards wear to sneak
sending words to apples
pies to misnomers
beefs to meanders
links pass agressives
overboards to links
sinks in tallow bottoms
snores to fallow pies
in smatters of importance
I sneak impotent lies
dressing mantic altars
fleecing drink my pies
dressing dinner pavement
leak important lies
sins supply-lee showing
matters overflowing
jumpers weeding
purples feeding
flippers flying
get on board
lime train's trying
lesson waterboarding
sink like despot lies
feeding dinner frying
no need to create
some bum relate
lattice work trying
there's none working
open the boards
reverse the mess
teachers crying
school micing
feed the eyes
don't despise
their lying


denis streeter   8/9/18

whose falt is it

shadow blundered coffee
rock on a stick
sugar broiled lye
second night out
temperature nigh high
Seattle prime
these are sensitive times
broiled lobster doing nothing
sits with the fries
wandering corpus christie
where lampshades go and hide
aminals reverses letters
shadows in line only in mind
they're not too quick
the brown fox jumpy
not the type stuff
centers in yoga land
where landmines bloom and fall
where ties quicken their steps
over quick brown leaves and curbside pines
there's far too many words
piebald 
look both ways when behind
such a bother
it's safe sex in a halter
why's it got to be so bad
the cream pudding so dry
i'd ask the falters
but i don't know why

denis streeter   8/5/18

hoping for patience

the cardboards were dripping
above the kitchen stove
oven licked tails, climb on in
clambering between bricks and stools
cauliflower in its' wake
counterfeit dollars misspent
fleeced with yesterday's chores
pudding yanked aside
scribed 'tween fish and sallow
misunderstood and taken to die
seeds misspell the troubled eye
transplant geometry of y
open ended flows sideways
warning pickle on the sly
transformed madness
traversing steps
39 sides
each circle each I
hoping for patients


denis streeter  7/19/18

what the chicken foretold / fowl chicanery

all the strong men were dying
their letters past prime
taskmasters stood in line
raking up rubbish the fallen dirt
bags foretold the turnover
pavement opened to fill their till
cigarettes were lucky
their flies on teaspoons
sucking down honey
food service gone
lids shattered like wrong paper glass
scissors stolen, a rock and a wrap
down below where the dinosaurs grow
sittin' pretty
quicker than rock in a mud oil flow
submerged picture show
artifacts slow faster than empty
a snore board wake
more snow than fitting chatter
take out the night guard
he's not teething just on edge
the cliff looks lonely, but isn't falling
no spilt milk below
just a target in a dust bin
the logic lacking
the dust bowl incomplete
better get a ladder
the sky is falling


denis streeter    7/1/18