I hear my mother’s songOn the edge of the windI feel her longing for connection It is a sweet scent of a rich wonderfully prepared mealshared with loveand just a hint of vodka SGL June 18, 2023
Category: Poetry
Here is a collection of various poems spanning the last five years. Among these are a few from decades ago
Morphogenesis
It doesn’t describe the thingThe description becomes the Rhizome making of makingSelf replicating Recursions Poems are descriptive Feeling somethingThe poem makes the bodyThat walks out of the process Describing itself and how the world will use itTrash is just not enough information The forest has no trashDisassemble and reuseNowhere is the number storedJust the process…
Unshared Poem
It was dark Like a bad journal entryIt was too real and yet too vagueIt was a snapshot of an awful time You shouldn’t read itIt’s too private any wayNo metaphorsNo imagesJust painful memories Bad responsesRelentlessly compounding Mental crisis, piling upYou are better off not even lookingTrust me, a real waste of time… too late…
Purge of Atonement
(Haiku ending) I admit, this is a rough oneHouse of CardsIn a gale force windThat fifth had gone down so easyAbruptly turning aroundOh no, soup was on the stove, stillRan back from the carThe flagstone made the sprawlThe pain in my piano hand still remainsBadly designed walkwayI shouldn’t be driving, I thought As I got…
Fork
IntentSalience Resilience <-> Resignation DeathRepeat? SGL Brunswick Maine 6-2-23
Animal 47 Samsara
Picking the meat from the boneAnd taking a moment Thank the animal, tagged 47that gave its life to Nourish DeathWho wants to be there when it comes?Dazzling gummy bears like eggsShooting from Kali’s yoniOn the other side of BardoBut blazing with chromium flamesA necklace of severed headsCrushed skulls beneath her feetSlipping down the chutes and…
Dreamland Sugar Camera
Sam Ashley appears again and again Reminder of death, not deathIn the little square In the upper corner of my Phone’s Home ScreenA picture of the three of usIn the desert, he often Would lay in tranceUnder a black tarp Beneath a Juniper TreeTrying to make the luck in Las Vegas changeOr was it the one at Fort PointBelow the Golden…
Prompt from Radio Ashes
In the voice of a modern poetRapidly write a haiku aboutMurdered and scalped in 1676By the justifiably enraged Saget of the soon extinct Narragansett Near what is now Providence, fee and fithe bones of an EnglishmanBuried under Hamlet’s millLost when it blazed across heavenA century laterRadio-waves raised from the ashes▄ ▄ ▄ ▄▄▄ ▄▄▄ ▄▄▄ ▄ ▄ ▄ AI responds:A pilgrim’s bones lieIn…
Fingernails
The strange sadness At the end of reading a bookLong coke scooping fingernails Hoping for joy or clarity Great for getting ticks Off the pet chimpanzee The non sequitur of it allEiffel TowerSmell of turpentine Wheels spinning As non existent asSarte’s embalming fluid 5/5/2023
Indices
4/22/2023