Three Letter Poems

L.E.D.

Listening exacts duty

Like empiric dirges

Lord Ecstacy of Doubt

Liberation exalts death

Liberated ex-presidents and daughters

Liberate Estonian darlings

Lazily executed dalliances

Lift entropic detritus

Lost everyone, didn’t we

B.A.D.

Black hand, bling bling, blow by

Anonym, acrid abdomen

Delicious domestic dementia

Brooding beheaded bitches

Always after acid

Devil ray dimpling dawn

Bacteria bandied barelegged

Antidazzled as an atheist

Dissembling deities

The Unexplained Events

Listen, it was wild.  Brief glimpses of 

everything.  Flashes of koi and beasts so hungry

they won’t go without you.  I felt nothing sexual.

Neverland was never mentioned, but the missing went

somewhere.  Mimicking each other, pantomiming panic,

in and out of the courtyard, in the man-made lake, behind the lazy

waterfall with its lazy splashes, we looked everywhere,

we found nothing.

I took this in.  Tried to make a connection.  Eyes steady

as statues.  Flashes of footprints, expert

hoodlums, bouquets of nothing.  How did it feel?

Sleep went, followed by food.  We didn’t need them.  Found

the feminine

adaptation

somewhere.  We had to.

I’m not explaining myself well.  I was ravenous, but

I felt healed.

I felt healed, but

I was still blind.

I was still blind, but

when it chased us,

I ran.

How The War Ends

Higgs-boson, mountains

of peace, pieces of

the dark and dangerous secret, the preference

for bloodlust,

the longing for everything

to turn on itself

We lost something. 

The salt on our skin dried

up and the animals licked it.

So we met up with some folks

who worshipped plants

like God, like each

had it’s own plant

spirit bearing important

messages, like wise

aliens. These

people had a lot to say

so we listened for awhile. 

They fed us a few meals, and

they made the best

salads.

Higgs-boson, mountains

of peace, pieces of

the dark and dangerous secret, the preference

for bloodlust,
the longing

Battle Cries

Glad we’re up and glad

we’re here, we say, but When? we

ask, Now! they say, now, now

now

That was how they’d always answer.

I split not long after.  My health was

poor, and all my memories

were beading in my brain

so

I went

to a barren hovel  on the Barren

River Lake where nothing could touch

me.

Stood out back and watched

the woods. 

Heard battle cries and

saw an owl,

bulbous and magnificent,

get battered by many small birds.

They kept swooping down.

He just sat there.

I split not long after.  My brain was

cheerless and blue, and my body

was beading in the heat

so

I came

back here

to the Land of Actors

where I keep asking When?

when nobody answers

Evil Poem

So what then if the evil

never does arrive?  What

of the fear that

was fearing it?  All coming evil

did land here.

Not evil, exactly, but carriers

                                   of evil.

Get big, they said,

take a chance here.

All chances happened and

all minds dived

and came up and dived

and came up

until they caught something

and burned it         alive

All minds divided.

So tell me what you thought about the Narrows.

Was it worth seeing?  And would you go back there?

Was the air very dry?  Did you go there alone

or with somebody else?

The answers are different every time

so I keep asking.

Picket Panic at the Disco Show

We’d rather love it than leave it,

if forced to choose.

Love it when it gets really, really

                            bad.

We love disaster.

We went on and on like

drones, and

now it’s on.

It’s shit.  Like

staring in the mirror.

Like a puddle in the snow.

This is loopable Zen. 

We never minded our

grammar.  It didn’t matter.

We were Man and

anti-Man.

We all got older and

 f a t t e r.

Death Valley gave us cancer some

years after

we’d been living

like actors.

This is the best

lightening storm.

Stand by.

Glory Be The Breeze

The trees if you’re listening

move at eighteen different speeds

each with it’s own

frangible sound.

Here’s how it started:

At the start of the Forest Age, they were

captured

during raids.  Each was made

a slave and chained with roots

sewn into ground.  Forced to

give shade,

no more walking

around.

In the first year, they tried time

and again

will themselves

free, but

after Christmas happened, most

surrendered

to stand

up and just

let it happen.

Attached, by that time

their roots had started to feed

them, and they liked

not having to

go out and gather

food to survive.  Now,

they could save energy.  Now,

if the earth ate,

they ate.

They ate the sun, too. 

It gave plenty.  They took in

the light

and gave it back

as matter.

They never took lovers.

It didn’t matter.

They got stronger and larger and

fatter.  They all grew flowers,

in one form

or another.  The pistils

made seeds they could

scatter, and the seeds, they

made others

like mothers and

fathers, made

               brothers.

Then the wind started helping. 

Air taking itself out

for a ride

lent a hand and spread

the seeds faster,

made them wave

back and forth

to each other

like a sea

of mailmen

like exotic

dancers.