She & a Pond
She so she sews
so she’s sewn moon light dangling
twistedly downwardly so sewn
into waves—gentle ripples of
springly pondly waters so
sewn with willow branches
nature’s corkscrews or curled
blond trails she so sews
in the night.
The Lesser Physics of Bliss
Only so much as so many
as the particles and non particles
of dark matter that have sunk
wholefully and sunk wonderfully
under-through sun spots and flares
and super novas beyond whispers and
even the destruction of a galaxy makes no
noise in space. As soon as lovers moans and
screams reach space they are soundless. Loveless,
maybe. So only so much so that only so
much oxygen filling our lungs of
might-as-well-be-empty sound reaches and breaches
and flows all, so over, the many particles
of dark matter intertwined with our soundless existence.
She and Hammocks
She and like the suns in hammocks. She and like the hammocks on treeless beaches strewn along empty coasts. So she. Halfway to no way to anywhere and all under the sun traveled. No car don’t car don’t like bicycle bicycle hills and down hills and down hills or carousels gently laid under earthquake shores. Beaches strewn with dreams strewn with seashells that she made into a necklace for the sand. And. Gently so like softer winds from hummingbird’s wings. Gently kissed those dreams. In dreams. Among the suns resting in hammocks like rainbows in a crystal.
The Beautiful Things
She said there are beautiful things as he said you are beautiful and she shook her head as the wind blew through the new leaves. There were beautiful things but he only saw her and she was a beautiful thing who only felt him, and not the wind. It was not that easy to beat the petal fall or the pollen of spring but thunderstorms and their hearts torn found all the necessary rights and half the evils to go on until summer. Heat was everywhere and they were everywhere. Their lips always somewhere and their minds nowhere near the future. And that was a beautiful and they were beautiful and that was the easiest thing.
Parts to rebuild my grandfather’s 1934 Hamilton 992 are coming together. Just have to find some hands. Parts donor 974 movement, boxcar dial and original case and movement.
More of the Rev and family! His wife on washboard and cousin on drums/5 gallon bucket.
Q:Oh good gawd, that Boom Chank song is FUN
It sure is! I highly recommend some of the Rev’s other songs if you like that. “Mama’s Fried Potatoes” from the Whole Fam Damnily album is by far one of my favorites.
They’re actually a really great local band that has gotten quite a bit of notice lately, and it’s certainly deserved!
Reverend Peyton’s Big Damn Band — “Boom Chank” —Big Damn Nation
Oh, you know, just listening to some Rev with my 50’s guitar amp and alnico speaker.
The Savior Break
Jesus took a lunch break and the cross was bare and we, as children do, or would, or probably should not, went to the picnic tables and went to the closets and went to the bedrooms and for-gave-into each other’s sins and each other’s bodies and all too quickly clambered over the bones crated to sin or over the skin created so thin that one touch can amount to so much as we were desserts and instant passion our oasis. And Jesus took lunch with his meatball sub and the priests played pool and bishops bishoped from bar stools as bar tenders ushered their flocks to a confession of lips to tips to broken solitude and back to the picnic tables and back to the closets and back to all things as the cross was bare and Jesus broke for lunch.
Spring Lace
Lace lace sugar lace
dripping skies and Spring
depths. Breaths. Waiting for
panting of solemn kisses flirtatious
cases of halting halt-ing hearts.
Laying
Easy spoken easy lies lay
lying on liars lips as they
lie easily lie or lay parallel
with the truth, whose name
is sweet and whose innocence
even sweeter.
I Hard Hat
I hat hard hat, hat
hard up and down hard hard
hat through doors in skies I
hat hard hat grease and burns and
hard hat hard crash machinery hat I.
Hard hard by the clock hat by the
dusk dawn no light lightless hard
hard hat I hard hat. Jack hat iron hat
tall steel dust and grit I hard hard
hard hat. And in the morning I.
Hard hat again.
Q:Derby pick?
My nose!
Um, I don’t really pay attention, but I’ll pick one based on it’s name…Charming Kitten! Talk about identity issues, that poor horse.
Lovelier Moments (Pear Blossoms)
The lovelier moments of
realizing. Realizations that pear blossoms
blossom smelling as sweetly as
mildewed basements. As this
love of white blossoms whitely
blossoming earlier in the Spring than
some things, realizes, some things
realize that love lets go at
those moments when obsession
blossoms and petals fall and
seasons change and blossoms. As
the lovelier moments pass with tears
in all weatherful seasons of all weathered
woes. So fill wheelbarrows with blossoms
of pear blossoms of petals and petals of
white stench, stinking blossoms and
wheel them away with those lovelier
moments.
This Wildcat
This poem had sex like a wild
wild wild cat like a wild cat it laid
laid in the wild woods wildly laying
like poems do under fully wild moons
sexing your poem.
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