Monthly Archives: July 2012

world inside a world

sleep deprived
starvation
blue cliff-ocean
never ends
she falls
into
and
sinks
aRms
rise above
her
feet
dangle
the
dropping
continues
heR
back feels the
force
of gravity
and the
weightlessness
of weight
pushing
upwards
pulling
outwards
yEt
the floor
does
not rise
to
meet
Her.


SnipPets of SniPpets……

she walks underwater
with umbrella
still fearful of the sun
she wears a bather’s suit
that would’ve been worn

on a ’30’s boardwalk

*

jazz
wine
poems

and a storm off hwy 6

*

mermaid appears
before the scuba
diver
shark above their
heads

hair everywhere

*

shell necklace
bottom of pool
bubbles from nose
she
sits on floor

water is not wet

*

she is the violin of
my curves
while i am only her
fiddle
she holds herself
front to back
straight soul

ready

*

if a dress can fall from
heaven
it must first
rise up from

the ocean

*


Before Disappearing back Under

Pushing up through
pressure
of the water
petals across
pulling
down
while she
bounces up
back from
ocean floor

roses are meant for her

the ocean let them fall in
just for her

She swims and dives again
ballerina dancing in
under water light
drowning
resurfacing
and bubbles herself
once more

And i will watch her
her soul floating
faster than her body
her heart
bringing a smile to
her eyes

The sun breaks the surface
as her hands reach up
and break into

calm waves

Briefly

she looks

at

me.


Habitant

“He’s nothing but a drunk”
he remarks about Al Purdy as a poet.
I think to myself no, rather he’s quite dead, deceased
now, if you will

And I look at this scholar in blue overalls
breathing scaly.
I think he chews his cigarettes wet
before spitting out the smoke

Then the longhaired chum beside me says
“but isn’t that when we speak our best
and say poetic things?
When we’re drunk?”

Actually it’s at noon-hour lunch
when we bitch aloud and talk too much
about people we’re jealous of
but i just sit and grin
sip on pea soup, listening to these men of men

Once again the longhaired chum breaks in
“come on Martin say something, don’t be bashful
all your life.”

So i conclude with this,
“Good soup.”
And go back to sit and grin


Re-Instated 3……..

After the models
trickery…….

leading lion to
crate
releasing him
to respect their
humanity
,
he allows them to
walk side
by side
take rides
together

the flat land
the wind
streams through
and moves the mountains
moves the models

and the lion

in words only
pride can describe
a solo song
when a group has
disbanded

the tiger returns
when the lion
sleeps

learns to walk
with the models
they learn to leave
their masks on the flat
desert floor

Until Morning…..

when models wake
fear huddles
seeing lioness
lying at their
fronts

lion trotting
back towards mountain

they know order has
been re-instated
the king is dead
the queen has returned

the models strike a pose
stillness of the mood
strikes the morning

lioness yawns

grins

*SHE AND HER, beyond the physical (a series)


RE-Instated 2

the felines’ roar
less
more or
less
grabs the
models
attention

one still balks
another
less
roars back
one is put
off
but the rest
take their
cues

start to move

as the lioness
as the
tiger
mimmick their new
teacher

Until The Lion Enters

lioness leaves

tiger departs
on slow
i will return
trot

models stand up
straighter
ready to march

they look out past the flat
horizon

know the mountains are too
far to run

they let the lion take charge

play follow the leader

the sun is hot

white

skin glistens

feline fur

flows streams in air felt water…….

*SHE AND HER, beyond the physical…….


True Beauty (queen) re-instated……

the models lay down
by the lioness
stretch in cunning
and perfect physique
lips posed, brave
a group of noses in
air
the lioness opens
her mouth
without looking back
closes her eyes
and grimaces
roar-less words
‘Shud-Up, all of
ya, back there!”

*SHE AND HER, beyond the physical (a series)

 


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