Archive for Poetry

The Greatest Puppet Show on Earth

Posted in Blog, Poetry, writing with tags , , , , , on July 18, 2019 by dustus

It’s not scaring some crows
Chest bursting hay overstuffed

With corncob pipe gorilla glued to mouth
And wicker stray sun hat shielding
Stone eyes drooping from gravity
Above spineless flaccid neck
Duct-tapped to habit

Fastened to half a severed telephone pole

Bleached to the very straw from sun
Whitewashing chest & wrist hairs
Standing guard to another autumnal harvest
Upright, an endless stolid sentry
Weathered, crop-dusted, surveyed, speculated
Quiet spectacle to fly buzz,
Mosquitoes swirling hover sounds,
–As well as seemingly undetected
Electronic bugs observing the growing rows

and electronic bugs, & electronic bugs

Intergalactic Outsider

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , on May 17, 2019 by dustus

Under dying light of cyclic eve
When dry wind susurrates howling
Sifting through wavering palm fronds
Scuttling runaway road sand

My heart beats thudding rapidly
Mind racing from adrenal glands

Because it’s one’s will in time
Considering thought nonlinear
Tangential to affixed biology
So often illusive; dreamlike in clarity
An ineffable sound to invisible muse
In retrospect when hindsight deafens
Fear itself that I must lose…

Ambling through proverbial minefields
With tennis rackets for sensible shoes

Teetering on edge of fraught intensity
…each knotted fibrous sinew
…each entwining charged synapse
From grey to darkest matter shocking
Until perception slips…
From moist tenuous grasp

Love animates our very blood
Born to further ancestral collapse
As we live upon revolving earth
While aiming for space to finally crash

 

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , on May 15, 2019 by dustus

Love is most nearly itself
When here and now cease to matter.

T.S Eliot (from Four Quartets) 1941

A Silent Song

Posted in love, mental illness, Poetry with tags , , , , , , on May 10, 2019 by dustus

Crestfallen sighs to mirror waves
Lost mind to discontented days
Wasting breath from burning chest
Most welcome trove of treasured death

Smooth pebbled shore, beached jellyfish
Acts of cutting ties and….

Past life drowning under surface
Found paradise and don’t deserve this….

Love where once I thought self gone
To die alone, a silent song
Subject to scorn self letting down
The walls which isolate one’s sound

 

Tie-dying clouds

Posted in haiku, Poetry, Short Poems with tags , , , , on May 7, 2019 by dustus

Sun showers twilighthaiku
Sky molten cools deliquesced

Spanish Moss weeping