Yet Again

 
Yet again
the relentless chatter,
embarrassingly inane;

the world is too much
with us,

a rebuke to our soft lives.

We are forever picking out constellations 
from these days,
to fit who
and where we are. 

The present rearranges the past.
We never  tell the story completely, 
because a life
isn’t a story;

it’s a whole Milky Way of occasions.

A Bad Feeling

 
She’s got a bad feeling about 
this calligraphic romantic diabolism,
all nerved up.

Squiggles and disambiguation,
exhibition of the lazy arts
with Tinkertoy rhythms
and obstructed harmonies.

She claims that there ain’t enough pieces of her 
to go around.

She doesn’t know that
everyday is anew, 
a state of constant arrival, 
another chance
for a belly laugh dawn.

How It Is

 How is it when the tree withers and the leaves fall?
Body exposed in the golden wind.
    -Blue Cliff Record


I certainly know how to get naked
and swing from a chandelier.
Unexpected moments driven
by music and emotions
of beauty.

Awkward interactions,
abrupt transitions,
bizarre, hilarious, enthralling
confounding and cathartic.

Lots of costume changes
radically reconfigured, sutured,
and amplified,
they contain and manipulate
so many influences
from vaudeville comedy
to hip hop.

Snippets of hard-edged music,
astonishing powerful,
and unpredictability wild,
and out there, 
and free.

Seems to represent 
an existential struggle against
habitual prejudice and inequality,
patriarchal capitalistic heteronormativity,
or something else.

Postmodern.

I need something simpler.

Time Out

 

Time out
from the jangle and disequilibrium,
outside communities,
pausing from 
coercion of masks,
dictates of roles,
respite from having to 
be someone,
be somewhere,
doing something.

Just being present,

to return
weightless
into the world.

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Need a lion, fruit, biochemicals and laughter.
Outdoor sapien football player.
But there is no lion.
Sometimes the jaws of manufacturing mass footballs and soccer
become arrows.
Notebook tastes of convenience, laughter.
Films deductible.
Each hydrogen broadcasts in the environment, but should not.
Lakes sit soft. 
Mass manufacturing suspended or sterilized and will not free him.
Always microwave bananas and peanuts for a salad. 
It is the present, grilled on television, with ghosts.
There is no need now for tomorrow.
Tweedledum and Tweedelee.
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Perceptions

 

Tendrils from the vegetable wild
prowl unchecked 
as they whip and rouse 
the stoic boulders,
unmoved by predictable tides 
and petulant ocean tempers.

Foreground/Background play
hocus pocus alakazaam
on the plane,
seeding doubts
that what you see
is what
you get.