Two Poems
(December 20, 2009. Issue 12.)
Painters’ Exhalations 635
—after Kenny Primmer’s Calm
Calm is the touching arm
reaching confirmation
life streaks in blue-blur focus
sky ignites in day’s
unbolted mouth. A body
which hangs on movement’s
special alabaster, color-codes
versions of moments’
this opportunity. Of the
hours’ bodies dressing
in season’s asymmetrical attire,
threads of appropriate content
clothe each momentary spin
movement describes in
copacetic structure.
Painters’ Exhalations 646
—after Nina Talbot’s Nightpeople
Rely on bedtime pleasure
during
acrobatic moments
twirling among screaming wind’s
anecdotal X-ray, deliberate
delivery of neon potent
superfluous content: Day.
Night is flowers’ most delicate
wrist wear.
Is fathoming tunnels’ mathematical
other(ness)side.
Rehabilitates reactionary
growth-stunt method in
barrage of metaphor-blows.
Too
specifies species of neurotic
foreheads
blinking boredom resides
on coastlines during
noon’s adequate
fashionable answers.
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Two Poems (July 20, 2009. Issue 7)
Painters’ Exhalations 408
—after Karl Albert Kasten’s Landing
After day provides
monetary compensation, the body
philosophizes academic tiredness
the mind creates with a potter’s artistic gift,
home, the humanely structured coincidence
to adulthood responsibilities
holds elongated
arms into embraceable stillness,
walls waiting to enjoy the voice gone hours
before
before goodbye of intimate nature
could be accurately
replied.
Painters’ Exhalations 409
—after Otto Karl Knaths’ Provincetown
Gold has eloped
!
nearing its bridegroom never to exhale
a letter of letting swirls become naturally
acquainted.
To the mother gliding amid a feathered air
infant gift whereabouts landing on lap
of the watching, loved.
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Three Poems (April 24, 2009. New Moon. Issue 4)
Painters’ Exhalations 69
—after Andrew Wyeth’s The Carry
Ice tone melting signifier
sun angry stares decapitating
dryness.
Stream of paths, salmon home
pleasure laced sips for scampering fawns
away from mother-watches,
hunters.
Signature, the earth hand
calligraphical
edging cursive winds
ending elevated
high in spiral shapes
sending awe toward
bird movement
definitional flawless.
Painters’ Exhalations 70
—after Marie Bashkirtseff’s Autumn
Hues of distance wanders
speech riding deadened leaves
fall
swing
land on ending terms
earth consuming unwary
caskets.
Too, who’d discard a flying
frog’s green, a thriving grass green bench
leaving functional legs
to break beneath earth pressure weight
squeezing
under aging stipulations?
Winter’s ensue
felt on wrinkled
bark, on the display of absence
man cannot find inside
this folded, animated
silence.
Painters’ Exhalations 71
—after Carl Spitzweg’s The Poor Poet
Out of context the probably
mannerisms your mind develops
ascertaining pedestrians’ naivety,
the leaping thorns from forked tongues
engaged in lies
regarding disposition of the poet,
the recluse.
Umbrella fastened to ceiling of
room décor swaddled by handy mess,
unkempt unknown surfaces. Relegated
to silence, to only echo conversations
self can profligate amid
a hiding where words brand themselves
across an innate proliferation, and still reside
alone.
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