Category: poetry

When a dally dillies it's quite common, or not,for flowers to wiltwhen the staring cowcurls its tongue and times the moon. it learned to count the slow ticksbetween the moon's breaths —one eye fixed on sorrow's hour,the other blinking the sun away. its counting unlaces the stems' hold on dew:each tick lifts a thread of … Continue reading Revisionist Poetry – When A Dally Dillies, v.5 – causalities

Rational Mind: When a dally dillies — define the term.Dreaming Body: A little mischief that untucks the world. Rational Mind: It's quite uncommon — flowers don't just wilt.Dreaming Body: When the staring cow curls its tongue, they do. Rational Mind: Too much, too soon — we need measure, margin.Dreaming Body: Too much, too soon — … Continue reading Revisionist Poetry – When A Dally Dillies, v.4 – a dialogue between the ‘Rational Mind’ and the ‘Dreaming Body’

When a dally dillies it's quite common, or not,for flowers to wiltif the staring cowcurls its tongue and stares. Too much, too soon —even I crave boundary:a rim of air, a measured tideto keep my thoughts from spilling. The boat cuts through the blueand leaves a neat, astonished wake. Finally,clouds roll over me in friendly … Continue reading Revisionist Poetry – When A Dally Dillies, v.3

When a dally dillies it's quite uncommonfor flowers to wiltwhen the staring cowcurls its tongue. Too much, too soon —even I need limits:the soft shore of space,the steady pull of time. The boat cuts through the blue. Finally,the clouds float over melike friendly waves. Goodbye, rational thought.Goodbye.

The flames rise to take their bows behind the curtains;we supply the kindling and sign the receipt. Sadness clocks in at nine, sips the coffee of routine,answers happiness’s calls with a polite, scripted apology. Wood gets promoted to coal, coal retires into ash —each stage files a cleaner, quieter claim. Expectations arrive in decent suits … Continue reading Revisionist Poetry – Out of Sight, Out of Mind?, v.4 – sardonic

The flames rise, take their bows behind the drapes.We throw them paper hopes — polite, confetti-thin. Sadness chews politely, no need to hurry;happiness is filling out an application form. Wood becomes coal, coal updates its résumé,ash sends holiday postcards to the future. Expectations show up in party hats and maps,joy slips out for a smoke … Continue reading Revisionist Poetry – Out of Sight, Out of Mind?, v.4 – ironical

The flames rise and begin to danceon fresh kindling—thin, obedient tongues. Sadness eats the space happiness left;thoughts hold the matches. From wood to coal, from coal to ash—the slow machinery of the night. Expectations burn like paper money,joy folded and scorched into denial. Flames leap into open air, drink the wind;they take the smell of … Continue reading Revisionist Poetry – Out of Sight, Out of Mind?, v.2