not sure how many words

[eagleyez]

Embossed on the peghead
A white bird made of pearl
Machines and Silvers
Hymns from thru out the world.

It leans on the TV
Curved like the opening of a cave
Fits on my lap
Like the shore sips a wave-

That was when I headed out
Burnt my credit card for fuel
In the shadows of skyscrapers
With so much left to do.

 

[eagleyez]

My clothes falling off
A machine house steaming for water
Long lost coolant downstream of
The grinding gear hymn.

My skin falling off
As meals begin again and again
Dont do no good
10-40 running very thin.

Creosote refuses to dry
Brakeman sleeps in railroad dreams
Deisel plumes running into town
Over bridges and along the longer view.

Powerline,
High Voltage meter
Red lined all the way
To you.

 

[champagne1982]

I'm not sure how many words
it will take to wash the goodbye
from your soles.

If leaving were the easy out
the door wouldn't swing
both ways
or will you lock it
and keep the rest behind?

To cry because you're going
isn't the hardest thing
we've done,
that's taken by the tears
cried because you want
to leave.

Ahh, friend, just knowing
that there is somewhere
happier and with cheery
hearts to gladden
weary spirits,
makes me smile you
on your way.

 

[Angeline]

I'm not sure how many words
it will take to wash the goodbye
from your soles.

If leaving were the easy out
the door wouldn't swing
both ways
or will you lock it
and keep the rest behind?

To cry because you're going
isn't the hardest thing
we've done,
that's taken by the tears
cried because you want
to leave.

Ahh, friend, just knowing
that there is somewhere
happier and with cheery
hearts to gladden
weary spirits,
makes me smile you
on your way.

My spirit left so many months ago,
and still I wrote and tried to be myself
believing in the way my verses flow,
yet poor because I could not share this wealth
with anyone but one or two who stayed
and understand all poetry is free,
is without discontent for words arrayed
in form or not are still the heart of me.
You my young sister know this to be true
for I shine in the starnight of your art,
I watch you grow with dedication true,
I carrie you with me. We're not apart
united in this dream that forms the sum
of who we are and what is yet to come.

 

[Liar]

it all comes down to
definintions

what is this
if not a naked copper wire
where sould intersect
and interact on impulse
but connect by default?

what are you
if not a rock
something solid
stuck in shifting sand
a grain made real
stationary by relation
to it's peers?

what am I
if not just driftwood
and a pinnacle of curiosity
licking at the end
of naked copper
for responses?

 

[eagleyez]

smouldering
like windshield time
betwixt and between
driving the whammy bar car-


in digital delay
the engineer
hustles powerlines
and truckstops
ductapes the plan on his own shirt,

orders chowder
he's a magnificent cracker
speechless androgynous tractorman
smouldering.

She casts heat
From under palms turned down
The sneaky warmth packed in bags
And overflowing my riveredge silt
And falling over trees
On banks and the convention circuit where
She microphones the climate
And smouldering
I preserve a map
From the driftwood embers of some familiar fossill etching.

 

[eagleyez]

I know I should sleep
If only I would
I know I should eat
If only I could
I know that the garden
Got plenny of rain
But I fill up my bucket
If its all the same-

If its all the same
Like you said that it was
Then I'll shake of this dust
Under the beehive abuzz.

I know I need shoes
To carry me home
I know how it feels
Barefoot all alone
I know that the livery
Has a horse I can hire
I know that my chest
Is filled with a fire

If its all the same
Like you said that it was
Then I wont check the mail
The water runs red with the bloods own desire.

 

[Angeline]

I wanted something more
than I could explain some
gray amorphous vacumn
of enormity that alights
on my fingertips dewy
passes like fog envelopes
me in nothing I can hold
but blankets me until I
choke on its thick invisibility
and it is lighter than being
but it holds everything
in a slant of sunlight
on a green Saturday bench.
I spin stories from the hub
of bicycle spokes and roar
on concrete. I whisper
sister secrets that I don't
remember passed from the lip
of a pine bed frame to the tick
of a kitchen clock, the clink
of a spoon all faded
to a distant song I can almost
hear but so faint I only say once
upon a time I knew that
more means something without
needing words to explain
where it went.

 

[eagleyez]

it takes longer to find electrical pavement,
today a volcano of vanilla insence
tomorrow a tremolo silverstick, with
the hair flying off the train, a myth none the less.

transmit the twilight and
time the whistle,
window rattlers and
rythym workers, yes
it takes labour to find the 50 watt.

toil gleefully in upstream power water
destined for the falls and lightbulbs,
prairie thrashers running on third finger slide
combines apparent in the current.

 

[eagleyez]

She

She has the strength of a thousand men,
Picks up cadillacs while I labour with a hand full of flowers,
The electricity that resides in her bones
Powers the continent
From stem to stern
Speaks to me like a northwind
Blows and riffs
And I shuffle out the foundation,
The rythym section lined with admirers and trash can bangers-

Yes she blows and riffs, reminds me
Of my frailties when I need reminding
Screen Doors across that set of eyes
Visioning and efforting the blues
I can only teach her the 1-4-5
She carries the tune
And keeps a lucky man alive.


With love neverending, Ange girl.

 

[Angeline]

Blueberry dark and north air
is whispering a promise
on the other side of the window
three crabapples have fallen
discarded on the grass.
The old man still has
flowers to water, dreams
the last chapter sprawled
in his lawn chair under the tree
he's a force of nature and no
match for the grand finale
autumn is ready to explode
in fireworks that heap leaves
in ashes and then hiss cold
enough to steam the world
to ice. I can't paint impressionist
blurs anymore, not with feet dug
into the landscape or strugging
unsteady, willing the pavement
to hold up unwilling knees.
I like to sleep near the rhythm
of your mouth and heart, hold
the scent of your skin in my slumber
wish of driving away together
when the blossoms return.

 

[BooMerengue]

*sigh

*swoon

*spins around and round

*thump

 

[Jennifer C]

A melting light beam quails boisterously
searching with frightened power
and hissing loudly in love.
Whilst rustic autumn breaths
into the night,
and morning breathes in silence.
The river smiles in black tones ,
life continues to grow beneath hardened ground
as I watch through frosted glass.

 

[eagleyez]

The Septembers again
Once viscious sun
Moving ever south and calling
Night to come home early-

Rising with the dew and
The crows feasting
On apples fallen
Like years
In succession
The chill wakes me like coffee
And the snowshovels begin to laugh.

 

[Jennifer C]

And the door slams shut
the sea
Break it
blackened wicks
My silence revolves
and the TV clicks off
with your lips . . .
who gives a fuck?
Creativity fades
in the white
with ancients
Tip it back, tip the velvet
Broken nails and torn tights
Socially constructed truths, wither
And the sun shines down
Dragonfly Wings
echoes echoing
Shape.
through galaxies spiraling stars
Dragonfly Wings
And feathers that float free.

 

[champagne1982]

The Septembers again
Once viscious sun
Moving ever south and calling
Night to come home early-

Rising with the dew and
The crows feasting
On apples fallen
Like years
In succession
The chill wakes me like coffee
And the snowshovels begin to laugh.

It's been a while
since we baked apple pie poems
and ground cinnamon
words into powdered
proverbs. I love
cider in a cup, steaming
with a bit of rum and butter.

The frost's not deep
in the ground tonight
so even if snowflakes
blow in and land
on the lawn, the blanket
will melt with the dawn.

The Septembers slip
sideways out of August
only to sit, stolid and waiting
for the month of October.

 

[Angeline]

It's been a while
since we baked apple pie poems
and ground cinnamon
words into powdered
proverbs. I love
cider in a cup, steaming
with a bit of rum and butter.

The frost's not deep
in the ground tonight
so even if snowflakes
blow in and land
on the lawn, the blanket
will melt with the dawn.

The Septembers slip
sideways out of August
only to sit, stolid and waiting
for the month of October.

Here under the night's blind rise
Earth breathes ripe with fallen excess,
dusty milk pods now blown lost
seeds rattled, dry weeds crack
their brittle bones

while Luna stares unseeing
splintered strikes of branches
washed by wind and bare trees
dip in corps of solitary strands.

Look up!

Arachnae holds the center hub
in eight hands stretched thin
in scatterlings of comet tail,
light spreads intermittant trails
of diamond web woven to the sky.

Drink the last of scuppernong,
sip crisp rivulets to full increase
until swallows fade twilight's
musky autumn notes to bittersweet

completed beneath Luna's sightless eye.

 

[champagne1982]

She spins a web
and even though its sparkling
perfection will only last a night
the shreds of skeletal
star strands will hang
down into human awareness
heavy with stardust
and last eons in a comet's tail.

 

[eagleyez]

the universe talks in its sleep
child breathin worlds while
chamomile splashed on your dual constellations and
riffs of hips
aromas and speechless
harmonies
snare slap
bass line, knee caps
midnight
oh midnight
the brightest light
bring it up
loins spit
wet-
freedom
from camels back swayed under
broken sticks
I rattle your high hat
how dat
nightlong
matternot
but just out of breath momentarily
to proclaim
the stubborn beauty
that smokes
the ascencion
of our time recognizing
love.

 

[Angeline]

I lay in the blues
of the bed and my hair spread
that mood electric the chords
wrap us together over and
ever new in the shock of eyes
caught more naked than skin
nothing left between us to lose
and what do we win
but this moment of feeding,
pounding and the slow slip of nails
along the wall
How's that? How's that?
Is it better? Are you better?

No more miles between us,
just Miles hunched in serious jazz
So What? in dim tv light
round midnight we should be
asleep but need closed the clock's hands
in prayer beyond time it doesn't
matter anymore if no one
understands that this is love
as simple as it is meant to be
and never seemed possible until
endless now cradled us again.

 

[eagleyez]

French
Fried
Roadcrew
Hardhats
Either
Stop
Or
Slow
And
I
Blow
Thru
Blue
Car
Marked
With
Heavenly
Orange
Paint
Rust
Around
Temples
Showing
Marlboro
Smiles
Overtime
Empty
Matchbook
Due
To
Southwest
Wind
And
Never
Going
Home
Alone
She
Did
Jailtime
But
None
The
Worse
Than
Hating
The
Waiting
Doing
Time
Is
Just
Fine.

 

[Angeline]

Doin Jes Fine

French
Fried
Roadcrew
Hardhats
Either
Stop
Or
Slow
And
I
Blow
Thru
Blue
Car
Marked
With
Heavenly
Orange
Paint
Rust
Around
Temples
Showing
Marlboro
Smiles
Overtime
Empty
Matchbook
Due
To
Southwest
Wind
And
Never
Going
Home
Alone
She
Did
Jailtime
But
None
The
Worse
Than
Hating
The
Waiting
Doing
Time
Is
Just
Fine.

Baby! You came outta the tree and turned into Beck!

can't leave you alone for a minute you quick change artist

 

[Angeline]

HelpmeHelpme
little creaky crack
voiced boy never
looked at my face
and the girl who said
I want you Why can't
I have you? I pasted
an Elmer's glue smile,
such is my daily race
through paperflap
and spoken syllabification,
creaky crack turning the wheel
back, reversing the gears
for this is inverse vowelation
my dears, wrap-around addends.
Open your notebook and please
please look at me
when I explain
this is not pain but love
love love I love you all,
and I thought
of you all day.

 

[eagleyez]

The bone white moon,
Dancing with Venus and
Glancing at Mars
at
3am
And the road is
Void of cars,

Have you seen the
Stars tonight?
As bright as
You are vast.

Raise my arms
And stretch
Till I crack,
The pavement
Is still warmish
Under my achin back.

Up with the Sun
The splash of glitter
Temporarily done,
The river may cough
But it comes
From
Where
It
Begun.

There you are.

 

[BooMerengue]

I saw a billboard today
well, a row of billboards
about a mile long.
Thru them I saw
a piney forest,
scrubby and broken.
There were no smiling faces
or dancing cows
on the billboards.
There are no places
to go
to see
to visit, and hear
"Y'all come back."

All I have are two hands.
a tear in my eye
an idea
and I will see
the billboards glaring
again. Soon.


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