Monday, April 6, 2015

April 6 Dandelion Resilience

for my QTs


Let my roots grow deep
Anchored in soil
Both fertile and abandoned.
I will flourish
Where others dare not grow
Let my leaves unfurl
Radially resplendent their jagged edges
Catch solar breezes
From cloudbursts fallen
Bitterness tempered with wisdom
Let my stem reach high
A living straw drawing skyward
The bounty of groundedness
Bent by gusts and footsteps
But unbroken in defiance
Let my flowers spot manicured lawns
Beside daisy and clover in solidarity
Garlands, tossed circles
Like nets used to catch fairies
Crown yardside royalty and parents alike
Let my seeds be the playthings of children
Granting wishes with puffs of breath
Life spreads through sidewalk cracks
Despite sprays and shovels
Declaring otherwise.
Take me in whole
And I will sustain you
Make wine of my petals
And commune with joy.
Speak wildly of weeds
And walk softly
Always walk softly

April 5 Untitled Millenial

This generation was diagnosed
with a touch screen sadness:
Thumbprint faces
smudged and blurred
by the sideswiping of change
and ten megapixel selfies
out of focus but saved to the cloud.
Data error:
the server could not be reached.
Please check you network settings
and write this poem again.
This generation was diagnosed
with a touch screen madness:
Blue screens of death
a simulacrum of skies
tap tap tapping on glass.
The buzzing reply
anonymous legions breaking pixels.
Profiles in profile appear flat
until we take them at face value.
Eleven point arial sings
to be part of this world
riding invisible whitecaps
to hotspots
where heat of the hand meets cold metal and glass.
There is no cure but upgrades and patches.
Moving forward to move on
Warning
Your battery is below ten percent
Battery saver has activated
Please plug in your device
Or this poem will shut down

April 4 Circles

Tangent lines nestled cheek to cheek
with stranded circles
find solace in the singular point of contact.
Ley lines of the body converge in
unreachable places
parallels plucked by divine fingers
take shape
like double helix sinusoids
wrapped in a touchless embrace.
Tangent is the denial of completion
living in the only moment that matters.

April 3 Smoked Alaskan King Salmon Bloody Mary

Something salty, fishy, spicy;
the flavor of a city
rimmed in the glory of the Sound.
Savor this freshness
artisan bottled glass
sweating with condensation.
Mary sings her absolutions
sings for a morning just begun.

April 2 Goats

You can rent goats now in Seattle.
Ordered on Amazon,
one-click landscaping
delivered by drones.
Grinding teeth
making cud of kudzu
on rocky slopes.
Nature’s weed eaters,
reed eaters, everything green feeders.
The swarming herd
clears swaths at minimal cost

Thursday, April 2, 2015

April 1: Stuck

You can shake sugar,
shake-a shake the apple tree,
but you'll never shake like glue.
No-sir-ee, I'm gonna stick
the apple,
the stuck you'll never shake.
Gonna run my fingers.
Shake-a shake.
Tighter.
Squeeze.
Because, because
your long black hair
keeps us tied.
I'm gonna grizzly bear
like wild horses
because I'm
stuck, glued sticks
hiding.
In the kitchen. In the hall.
A team of kisses
gonna do you good.
Ain't gonna take a tiger
from love. Grizzly kissin'.
That's how love is gonna keep us tied like side shakes,
like yes-sir-ee
Uh-uh-uh.
I'm gonna stick his daddy's side
tree starts stuck
gonna squeeze apart
Good.