Dreamsong*

How now the brown cow that boogies with the moon?

The cat in the field scratches the grass

and stokes the grey mare to water the grass.

How now know what cannons know

and where are the dreams that set in the sun?

For all the old hats go silvery down,

and the old gray mare sings as she goes

while evening drips over the bay.

Can the open door know what goes with the wind

or dream the dreams dreaming and go with the dream?

The bard of the bale sees the grass growing,

while old hands weigh the gift of the heart.

How is it saying, the old mare baying

and where are the dreams, the age of old times?

Keep the band playing and steal the ring going.

Ring the ling po(se/se)y and know the old rosey.

Here the grass grows and there bees sting

for all the nosey and honey rose goes.

Keep to the times of all sounds singing,

and follow the dreams that run with the wind.

Here is the valley and know the grass growing

for often the tale is far from our knowing.

Give the grass greener and here is the louder,

the chimes are ringing and sounding their song.

* from my video, Word Salad

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Roseheart

rose heart

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Digital Sonnet

SONNET2001

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While

While poets write surface words
paradoxically pe
net/rating
consciousness
w
here feelings go deep,
I b
low a/part language,
w
ords and syntax,
with p(h/r)o
ton guns,
accele
rated with
sl/ashes and paren(theses
into ele
mental particles,
underlining letters,
h
idden meaning,
qua(i/r)ks, st
range associations,
new, clear spin, [apologies for the pun]
w
ormholes
to o
ther dimensions,
and w
onder how to relate
to poets
of color, sound and s
mell
fr
om my tiny soundless universe.

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Check, Mate

Check, Mate*

We don’t own our children, we rent them. –after Kahil Gibran


No mere
groping
play)mate’s
chess/t,
groping for
answers.

No mere
wor(l)d play.
Pregnant within
this aborted poem
is (to be or not to be)
the question.

As we wrestle
with this
conundrum,
what choice
(to have or have not)
is t(here?

Early endgame,
Fool’s Mate.
Ripped, torn,
never born.
Contra love,
against conception.

More is less,
less is more,
or less
convenient?
No)w love lost.
Bishop rants,
“You lose
the right
to choose,”
Slanted, straight,
can’t move
off his col(la/o)r.

“Be fruitful and multiply.”
Beginning and end?
“No room in the inn”
for Malthus.

Can’t stay in
y(our ivory tower,
rooked at the end
of the universe.
Sooner or later
dead.

Renting earth.
Rats gnaw rats
in crowded cages,
playing out
this long, crooked
k(night
fork
of earth’s demise.

Love to eat, hate to kill.
Where’s the fatted calf?
Slim waist land.
T.ough S.hit Elliott!

Mere pawns,
stumble forward,
ready for sacrifice.
Or queen status,
to mate the king,
like praying mantis.

Hail, Mary, mother of God
knows what,
lend us your ear
to conceive
a better decision.
Not so black and white,
this chessboard of life.
Ripped, torn,
mother/earth
to mourn.

I see you (check)
early of late.
You used to be (check)
behind before,
But now
you’re first
at last (mate)

Check,
Check,
Check,
Check, mate,
before you put it in, Finnegan,
wake up.

No shroud
of m(i/y)s(t)ery.
Contraception,
not contra life.
A mater(n/i)al thing.

Who’s
gonna pay
the rent
in the fabric
of our
l(i/o)ving choices?

Checkmate.

*previously published in Voices: The Art and Science of Psychotherapy, 2011

 

A Condom Fit for a Kingkinga

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Erased

erased

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Liberating Arts and Sciences

Between (H)eaven and (H)ell–
(O)nly the flask of poetry
can contain the chemistry
of my volatile, earthy emotions.

Catalysed by platinum
metaphors,
sparked by insight,
[a BIG BANG,
new wor(l)ds
form fr(om
the uni-verse
of po*etry
heat dissipates,
the void materializes
water

and I move from MT to T
and get flowing again
(HOH)

[Look, what solution can you expect
from a free radical?]

*

PO

* “PO”, a word created by Edward de Bono in the book, Lateral Thinking, and found in the Oxford English Language Dictionary, is an alternative to either/or, yes/no, heaven/hell thinking. PO unlike NO is non-judgemental, non-rational, and introduces a pause to consider new alternatives. The word is derived from POetry, POssibility, supPOse. PO is provocative. It generates and re-arranges information in ways that do not usually occur. Through the use of PO one delays judgement on these new arrangements of information containingthat information long enough for new patterns to emerge. PO puts together unrelated things, holding them and allowing them to interact without premature evaluation. It allows the connection of random words to set off new ideas. PO even promotes going off in a “wrong” direction, looking to see where a “crazy” notion might lead, such as finding a new route to solutions through the backway. PO looks forward to possibility rather than backward to judgement based on prior assumptions, from why? to why not? PO acts as a non-sensical stimulus, a catalyst, to new connections and arrangements. It might even suggest Winnie the PO or Edgar Allen PO)e or Jackson POlluck. 
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Ring Around the Rosie, Another look

around the subject adobe II around the subject adobe

the point a

Part 1

round and round,
summer, fall, winter,
sp(ring
around the rosy)

poets recycle
(pocket full of posy)
life and dea[r]th
sentences–
no period
at the end

my men(o)pause
no periods
no point
(ashes, ashes)

stuck, depthless
on a [M]obius [S]trip mall,
can’t buy a ride
to the other side
twisted fate

pain, suffering
well, then not
well, then not
then not

what’s the point?
diminished dimensions

(we all fall down)

 Part 2 

(Ring around the not so rosy)
Dust to dust,
dawn to dusk,
then night falls

Follow the dots here . . .
(Pocket full of prosy)
Around this subject
silent, but not pointless,
the paradoxical point . . .
being without dimensions,
which is the point
of our Being:
Non-being,
(ashes, ashes)
for (we all fall down.)

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What is T?

T.S. Elliot’s first name
but no waste land?
A drink, a ceremony,
a time of contemplation?
A shirt to wear with jeans?

What is T
paradox

Two lines at cross purposes?

A cover for Ph.D.s
arguing two angles,
both of them right?


It’s a paradox.
Both sides necessary,
no mobius strip
TTTTTTTTTT here.

moibus teaankh1

What is T?
A man without a head?
(rue that thought) 

 

The base of ankh
supporting the circle of life

or just a ghost?

What about this host, with
arms reaching
to hold us ?

What is T?
Absolute Temperature,
tritium, octodecimo, triton,
the meridian angle or the time remaining?

Which angle is rightmorelesstrue copy

when art is 
A more or B less
True to life?

 

 

Don’t be T‘d off
at my TTTTTTTTTT,
T up, Try it out.
Take a chance
on T.moreorlesstrue

T(rue, that thought)


timeout

Time out. 
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-T

For us believing physicists the distinction between the past, the present, and the future is only an illusion–Albert Einstein

Puzzle

of physicists,

real as

negative

numbers,

a second

chance,

wonder

of memory,

yearning

to return.

but all

is now

t = 0,

when nothing

is everything.

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