Tuesday, April 25, 2017

words for April

in honor of poetry in New Orleans


a festival
of poetry
and crawfish
slam no slack image
riot
sound performance
of melody
syntax
or a walk
in the bayou

once I saw an alligator
and dreamt of poetry
a wildflower
iris in the swamp
dragonflies
and tiny lizards

remind me, like
when a single line
at once, disarms
a refrain of syllabic
shattered mystique
occupies

"what dark phantoms
creep in the underbelly
of your dream?"

throw back some oysters
beer etc
excess
win the lottery until
the underbelly turns
out, out of step
unrestrained



*quote from Michael 'Quess?' Moore's "America, what's in your name?"

Monday, April 03, 2017

poem

imagine thirst
folded over by sand
dust crackling
jigsaw dirt riverbed
a giant sucking sound
the water
like in a cartoon
a tornado
spiraling away
rolling downhill from the
river bed, dirt crackling
to the edges
cliff coast
falling off
imagine the water
running scared
sacred
your insides
shriveling
collapsing in
scatter like ash
at the touch

Sunday, April 02, 2017

April poem

if on any day
any collection
reminisce
follow
detour
pick up one stone
at a time
if in a space, contained
a piece of sun
back-lit
underpin the amble
toward