Poetry Brute

 

Poetry Brute

 

 

Bend back the phone poles

prop up the collapse of reason

such forces are relentless

like the old cemetery

coming through the brick wall 

of subterranean café in Cairo

the disinvited dead

who used to come here for coffee

an arm and a leg protrude

through a moldy fissure

 

One examines the odd newspaper

carriages come up to the boardwalk

cars pass by chains on their wheels

 

Extreme cold moves eastward

over the Alleghenies

and the Adirondack chairs
frozen in the petrified patios
of summer long lost

Shutdown it's hard to restart
frozen pipes bankrupt gas and electric
fraud goes to the top and doesn't stop
a hole in the world opens wide
Fobs stop working in Canada
flaming railroad tracks in Chicago
 

Force fields unknown

introduce themselves

all agreement declared null and void
black hole at the galaxy center
whatever dimension you follow

I summon the shake and bake astronauts
Floating eyeballs blandly
cross the Van Allen belt
insect defense warning
evanescent amphibians

Sea surges extinguish
the burning sphinx
frost quakes the fracked-out planet
network battle for dominance
school closures jack knife no mail







Gusty clouds open
to an epic painting sky
high-flown gulls lace through





a candles are urgent
dreamt it was a tall flame
a hoar-frosted bottle





Made myself a cyclone of love
like a snow cone
 if none avail themselves of it
perhaps it's for the best




as the end of the experiment draws near
one looks for the things one holds dear
status homes and automobiles
don't count yet seem real to us
I walked in trees and clouds
places where things weren't loud
now all my ties are spiritual
at the end of the earthly road
When one's burden is too heavy
one shrugs off one's load of woe




lights in the puddles stipple
all night in the rain
cars whisper by closed windows
in the astonishing mundane rain
a chill wind blows through the flags
the sky tumbles this way from the sea

through the primordial golden gate
past this or that landmass
imaginings of new life
on St Brigid's day
life begins in the rain









Raindrops drum louder
ridiculous crescendo--
Chinese light fireworks









effortless roses from the center of speech
sleepless sleep from beyond the beyond
 the bed is a floating world
of procreation and mortality
railroad tracks circling back
in winter one remembers dreams





Seems like my battery
gets so discouraged
it won't recharge






A cloud armada
spray of crows over the garden
people in the park








I'm too nice for this world
rotten as I am

 

February 2019