divergent wishbone stump

 

ears scooped the twain tree

not the same wind, maybe the same storm don't remember

wazzunt tracking any atmospheric river or its hiccups

another tree  bolted one sprig one way

left the better root bound to stay the course

in the city, it's doomed too

in the nature, it has years, decades, a century or two 

z walked out from the shakedown

we'll spend the summer bucking wood for next winter

keep the red sea musk tube riviera to former gaza project 25, 

z has a thick bunion that why he wears kevlar jammies

tack the fence back together so the dog don't run

sweep up cart off the sticks leave the chipped mulch

or walk around, climb, take a moment to enjoy

wind pulls every wishbone

you think you won, 

no. no. no, 

tass gets shown the door that the AP isn't invited thru

carving the turkey left unsigned back to europe's canopy 

rooting for stability while off the beaten path,

same wind still blows the drones around, alliances dry

shed, root into mulch which does far more productive

work as nourishment than as gutter clogger

tho the galoshes industry thinks different 

nw pdx

garbage

page views 7 days? 

so I got one page view from the USA, none from europe

my stats list 4 poems viewed. 

 among them:

_____

behind nsa tines

mind the chatter and pass the platter mr nsa
nickled and dimed on the end of a tine
"to rage, to set on fire------"
obsolete, "to shut in or enclose"
jays shriek bloody crow murders all around also cats
&a hawk hunting the freerange chickens
"troubled or distressed"
so LIKE a teen, pushing every idea
around the plate mrs nsa
with a digital fork
who's behind the times of tiney devil prongs
whose behind indeed,
caterwauling "Ne was there slave,
                              ne was there medicine
                              That mote recure their wounds;
                              so inly they did tine"
a spear for each gleaning
the thresher in our granary
sifting, combing our tun of info
far after the fact
pointeth out little red hen to those who only want to eat
our privacy and give none back.

undisclothed

  

Comfort zone no mans land 

Got a few splinter 

Leaping fence, riding split rail 

Barbed wire limbo  

The hide tuft wind can't evict 

Quicker it's drank hotter it gets 

Wind sounds huge but trees largely rooted 

Top of skyline jets flight path yank 

Their quills from fuselage, 

Logos off the cockpit beak 

Get that last rivet tight, larry 

No moe says starbuck 

Boing off the mast curly slacking 

Ah man break he shout 

Pinecone bounces off yurt metal roof 

Now dat a storm 

Weathermen intone down valley  

Hold onto yer britches the comfort zone 

Blow up the hyped advisory 

Got a shiver in me timbers 

Undisclothed location, Oregon 

Noggin sap

  

Wake up under a tree hundreds of years 

Thick, what builds time  impetus 

No fire to repel 

No breeze opens pages 

Do some laps, go soak 

Compare contrast bodies 

Smile mostly or avert 

Must be nice rich by the pond 

Leaves sink sons sink 

Come visit and feed scowls or put pep

In the bonfire stare 

Three hundred sixty five times four

Plus another half year 

His uncle born during the civil war 

Put that in your noggin, sap  

 

Let go sea

  

Lego sea, ligo sea 

Far flung astral speck of tree 

Drag yer anchor feral will 

Barbie pickup full a krill 

Goodbye mom, hello space 

The dumb jam out of place 

Sorry kids is that a fix 

Call jerry's orphanbaby trix 

Lego sea cubist ruin 

Took an outcast into tune 

Floatie on a barbwire ball 

Next shots yers,  cue cool draw 

Dutch infamy, ear off greed 

Snap together creativity 

Meant to join, pull apart 

Legacy male female chart 

Calculation spectral notion 

Quark drunk injun peeps information 

Lie go where drain built to be 

Plumber get fat that infamy 

 

SE PDX 

fiddlehead etiolation

  

Wind tamps at bracken, lifting lufts 

Their tresses untrammeled 

Brow temple unheathered the winter song dried 

No need the plume 

Their reach exceed grasp other than child pluck 

Into sunlight on a window jamb

From crypt of cousined self 

The brood elbows to sun's breadline 

Shoot skeets toward skotomorphogenesis 

(Fingers dig dictionary ) 

The cotyledon towers in germination untranspired  

Still a bird in a jar  

His grandfather's fiddle buried, exhumed 

The night work unpainted a rembrandt shifts tuning toward photosynthesis, 

From blue grey to green 

 

Angel, poem by Dr. Melanie May Bloodgood 1976

  

Angel,  

(poem by Dr. Melanie May Bloodgood 

1976) 

Especially she was starred:

above her pink points of her breasts

a mark fearfully bright

was confirmed by the elders of the tribe

after having been thoroughly tested.

She counted on them to clarify

all those who sent caskets of flowers,

but the elders (biblically lecherous)

dilly dallied the score.

With still lifes of candy dusty in dishes

she fortified her door

until no one could phone.

Too far forced, the number was lost

in a box of lacy underthings

and soon they allowed the glass

in her house more strange than ever.

Assured she stood still

all the white cars

long in the drive turned around.

An angel, the ladies over thin red tea

agreed, crossing their ankles at the knee,

smothing the fine print of their dresses.

A nesting bird greyly shook itself out

and commenced again its regular breathing.

 

 

1976

Stillwater, Ok