March 31, 2013

Terpsichorean Overtures/Encores (SRO)


Night
U
n
    folds
To the rhythm
Of the coryphaeus
.
.
Arc of a swan dancer
Starry amphitheatre, burgundy tones
Lithe gestures beneath playful limelight
Revolutions, aerobatic and nimble
Set amid the spicy couture
Of a peppered concerto
To liberate the sky
Unchain heaven
Ignite the clouds
With a spark of grace
.
.
No gamine scene--
This f l o w i n g dream 
S  
L
  I
P
S   
Into my wit
Through wide eyes
.
.
T . . . .
R . . .
A . .
N .
S
. F
. . O
. . . R
. . . . M
. . . . . S

Skeletons into relatives
     Bravado into books
                     Balladry
                             Conations
 Perception of motion
Into motifs
.
.
Behind every drawn curtain
There waits a talent
Anticipating the right moment
.
. .
. . .
To step
On the stage
. . . . . .
. . . . . . .
. . . . . .
I L L U M I N A T E
The audience
. . .
. .
.
And take
A well-deserved
.
.
.
. . . B
O
W . . .




March 15, 2013

Doublewide Propaganda


Lunch hour at the zoo
Blinding peppermint spotlight
The pot-stirrer perched vaingloriously
On his plastic stage
Concocting spurious monologues
In an attempt to astonish
The newly-begotten imps that only he can see
With mock prerogative and stoic determination
He spews his social treachery
And chauvinistic axioms for all to hear
In the name of helpless paper dolls

High above
Docile cirrus formations
Adorning a sky of celestial thought
An archangel descends to take up the cause
At once, we are made privy to her fragile might
Battling ignorance through parody
She uses poetry as her dagger
Grace as her shield
Truth her armor

Through the delicate porcelain fingers
Of a flaxen-haired seraph
The pot-stirrer is exposed
As the pontificating charlatan
That he is doomed to be forevermore
She is my new heroine


He is obsolete



March 1, 2013

Scribbling Flowerfaces



Ink xylem
On paper leaf
Invites photosynthesis

\ \ / /
\ Each stroke /
\ \ Another blossom / /
-- In the sunny gardens --
/ / Of horticultural \ \
/ Caricature \
/ / \ \

When doodling botany
This notebook
Knows
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No clouds