Windy
sighs sift the boughs,
swirl to soften willows,
lull fronds.
as always,
air purls as if trees were staves,
the glade a stanza,
leaves clefs.
the sky a vase of faint violins,
whispery
with cadenzas.
the forest remembers and rephrases,
fugues and arias,
all day,
until amethyst
and crepuscular,
a coda of moon.
Age
wrinkles slither
over the desert of my skin.
so many sketchy eels
on saggy roads.
they twitch in packs,
forming a seine no memory can evade,
nor even a breath.
i write these verbal cobwebs,
the art of reweaving
the creases on my skin.
maybe i’ll hunker down,
crab-gripping dry pens
to copy the mayhem
aimless in my throat.
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8/3/24
Thank you for looking at the poems!
A quick note. I often edit a piece quite a bit after it goes up. The more-or-less final version, the one that settles in, arrives after a few days of the initial posting. (It's almost fair to say that a true 'final version' is like the Holy Grail and not likely to ever materialize).
Admittedly, this is a feeble strategy. I use it simply because it gets me to edit faster and more attentively than if the poems were merely tucked away in a folder.
The downside is that readers who visit right after a work goes up are often met with a less-than-stellar version. For this I apologize. Again, my only excuse, albeit feeble, is the quirkiness of my own craft.
If you have comments or suggestions, or potential topics you'd like to see, you can email me:
owlwholaughs@gmail.com
Fly Well in the Dark,
OWL
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Malykatu
young cars and old clouds.
foothills hide secrets from skyscrapers.
no shaggy animals here.
Some Bird of Fire blinked and the glaciers went.
some Ant Spirit took over,
dominating us two-legs.
crowds are now many,
like never existed anywhere anyhow.
conquests and wonders
crawl thick over Earth's ancient skin.
sharp, straight lines disrupt Earth's face.
sharp enough to cut through baskets--
of animals, of plants, of tales of kindness
once woven every day.
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8//3/24
Psychoactive plant used for visions and prophecies
Not So Great
the Fathers invoked a heraldry of the linear,
eschewing the curves of natural shapes.
the Fathers crammed the wonder of the heavens
into a blue box of equidistant stars.
blood doesn’t flow straight like that. nor ivory.
beware such rigidified tongues and flesh.
beware the glint of the single squared Cyclops eye.
beware the cubic Tyrannosaur of the-many-into-one.
what if
the whitewashed blood and fangs and gleams,
and the sharp bursting bombs of red flare,
fell into a chastened heap?
what if
the indivisible stripes of Manifest Destiny
humbled themselves to coil among roots
on a winding riverbank of peace?
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8/5/24 eds
US flag theme
Eagle Over Lake
shadow above aqua,
slow oval, a boomerang slash
of current and sculpture,
fang of keen white head,
water the skin, a stray ripple
the jugular.
silver of spine
a fish wriggles punctured.
hauled. gripped.
no reflection,
nothing left
but a wisp within a photo,
unless
sunlight makes contact.
brown flames then.
brown flames and ivory embers.
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8/24 ... mods
7/12/24 ... mods
A Moment of Rest
seconds dissolve
into universes dying.
we wear them in our thoughts like rain.
so many births
which struggle not to tire,
restless and relentless,
narcotic and aphrodisiac;
but completion
evolves to deny even as it tastes.
such explosions!
they seem inevitable,
passions gone, just like that,
obliterated on the canvas of the heart.
minds together, my mind, all minds,
a synchrony of similar originals,
configure the real. the globe
but, still, awe--
it is not faithful.
the beckoning path of god,
hearthstone, signpost, deathbed,
some. sometimes.
nothing less. or more.
will i see?
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8/7/24 ...
Gazelle
shards of sharp shadow
bind my shivery breast.
your tongue slashes my mouth
to slide inward and taste the fresh insult
of denial slain.
vicious, your arms, vicious tigers,
who lunge to grip, drag, pull
until i fall, a gazelle,
to stare up awkward
at the cutlery beneath
your relentless grin.
i tremble. you feed.
in my pupils you swell,
even as your heat surges, a fang
to puncture my soul.
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8/7/24
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