Trying to get as far away
from myself as possible
without leaving the room
Knossos, Chichén Itzá, or Zuma Beach
counter intuitive measures
& the bongo relevance
if only to put the proper
looney tunes spin on it
Polite Society:
They bare their teeth to show they're friendly
Nothing to lose & nowhere to go
but I can't be the last to leave
That doesn't explain anything I hope
The itch in yr sneakers too
Beneath the Panamanian moon
Wednesday, March 18, 2020
Wednesday, March 4, 2020
ACE of TENTACLES by Kevin Opstedal
The original ACE of TENTACLES manuscript was/is 130+ pages, which I ruthlessly cut down to 22 pages for this chapbook. Nevertheless, it still has a kick to it. Published by Sunnylyn Thibodeaux & Micah Ballard's Auguste Press.
Sunday, March 1, 2020
Accordion Book w/a Pop-Up Heart
Any moment you could be there listening
or right here not listening
but hearing it all tumble
in one ear & out the other
An unobstructed view
Maybe it was the way the pavement laid down at her feet
the sky not quite as dark as her eyes
& the wind if there was any wind must've been cold
Wake up to find that I'm starring in this movie
a mistake down at central casting
a movie I must watch thru binoculars from the balcony section
What would I remember? The plot twisting
as the music swells, subsides,
dissipates into tinkle bells, sledge-
hammers, bird voices
That kind of carelessness
it isn't so easy to master
When I get to Mexico all her broken vows will be mine
our children will understand then & the rain will
step into the street & survey the damage
w/eyes of translucent silver
or right here not listening
but hearing it all tumble
in one ear & out the other
An unobstructed view
Maybe it was the way the pavement laid down at her feet
the sky not quite as dark as her eyes
& the wind if there was any wind must've been cold
Wake up to find that I'm starring in this movie
a mistake down at central casting
a movie I must watch thru binoculars from the balcony section
What would I remember? The plot twisting
as the music swells, subsides,
dissipates into tinkle bells, sledge-
hammers, bird voices
That kind of carelessness
it isn't so easy to master
When I get to Mexico all her broken vows will be mine
our children will understand then & the rain will
step into the street & survey the damage
w/eyes of translucent silver
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