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Monday, August 31, 2020
Torching the Pier by Kevin Opstedal
Just released from Blazing Stadium, this small 27 page chapbook/pamphlet carries 15 of my poems. This is a very limited edition, so if you'd like to purchase a copy visit https://blazingstadium.com/books.
Monday, August 3, 2020
East of the Sun (& West of the Moon)
Summertime blues
my speciality
pasted to a dogeared page of the
heavy gray sky
w/silver mists retrieved
but who'll push the buttons?
who'll spin the dial?
- I fear for this metaphor -
Ono no Komachi
Joanne Kyger
Art Pepper & the Hollywood All-Stars
summoned out of chaos
as one would summon their familiars
Wednesday, July 1, 2020
Spin Cycle
Anyone's permutations anymore than my own
sleepwalking from Tehuantepec to Kubla Khan
loaded to the springs
Early morning spillover of pearl gray light
wind cold off the water
too greasy to surf Purgatory Point
The specific gravity of a rainy day
charting alternate routes to nowhere
Practicing the old soft shoe as they used to say
old wounds, telepathic radio & paraphernalias
a kool-aid bubble w/a sea scum shine
& all of it riding off into the sunset
behind the wheel of an El Ranchero hand grenade
as the credits roll up into the bruised pink haze
drenched in gasoline
bottled at the source
sleepwalking from Tehuantepec to Kubla Khan
loaded to the springs
Early morning spillover of pearl gray light
wind cold off the water
too greasy to surf Purgatory Point
The specific gravity of a rainy day
charting alternate routes to nowhere
Practicing the old soft shoe as they used to say
old wounds, telepathic radio & paraphernalias
a kool-aid bubble w/a sea scum shine
& all of it riding off into the sunset
behind the wheel of an El Ranchero hand grenade
as the credits roll up into the bruised pink haze
drenched in gasoline
bottled at the source
Monday, June 8, 2020
Bending Like a Spoon to the Flame
On an empty beach
just me & the
bitter angels of my nature
it could have been anywhere
after sunset
but w/pale neon blinking in the mist
so that it was like Chinatown
under water . . .
I have stood on the street there w/my
chow mein & notebook
as the weather swept up the coast
from the south
driven it would seem
by sea creatures
who resemble devatas
from an ancient sandstone carving
but w/seaweed in their hair
& wearing damp sunglasses
to hide their incendiary eyes
from those like me who would
like to know
just me & the
bitter angels of my nature
it could have been anywhere
after sunset
but w/pale neon blinking in the mist
so that it was like Chinatown
under water . . .
I have stood on the street there w/my
chow mein & notebook
as the weather swept up the coast
from the south
driven it would seem
by sea creatures
who resemble devatas
from an ancient sandstone carving
but w/seaweed in their hair
& wearing damp sunglasses
to hide their incendiary eyes
from those like me who would
like to know
Saturday, June 6, 2020
Saturday Matinee
It's springtime now that it's almost summer
not like but is
as a family of trolls
tumbling out of a dirty green Dodge van
folded into the sound of traffic on Mission Street
rush hour
The bright sunlight takes me somewhere else entirely
goatfoot tapdance across the sand gravel path lined with
native grasses, lupin, young thistle
to think that the roots bite down
in this hard & rocky soil
& outrageous blossoms burst
forth
the birds & bees & cigarette trees
harmonic diversions
Leaf & petal slice a corner off the sky
a small blue corner
pick it up & take it home
another piece of the puzzle
not like but is
as a family of trolls
tumbling out of a dirty green Dodge van
folded into the sound of traffic on Mission Street
rush hour
The bright sunlight takes me somewhere else entirely
goatfoot tapdance across the sand gravel path lined with
native grasses, lupin, young thistle
to think that the roots bite down
in this hard & rocky soil
& outrageous blossoms burst
forth
the birds & bees & cigarette trees
harmonic diversions
Leaf & petal slice a corner off the sky
a small blue corner
pick it up & take it home
another piece of the puzzle
Monday, June 1, 2020
Some Assembly Required
The music was piped in on a
ship-to-shore set-up
bouncing off a satellite east of Arcturus
sending ripples across the estuary
w/sea mist & pearls dipped in sunset
blue yellow red green & turquoise
w/chrome inlay
repeated in the windswept cypress & wet sand
when the tide is almost full
& as if to resume the distances
the weight of California leans on Mexico
just a shade past suspicion
downloading the Dance of the Mollusk & other
psychic disorders on a scale of 1 to 10
last seen carrying a slingshot & a blanket
skip the gutter / shoot the breeze
A voice from on high
but not high enough
ship-to-shore set-up
bouncing off a satellite east of Arcturus
sending ripples across the estuary
w/sea mist & pearls dipped in sunset
blue yellow red green & turquoise
w/chrome inlay
repeated in the windswept cypress & wet sand
when the tide is almost full
& as if to resume the distances
the weight of California leans on Mexico
just a shade past suspicion
downloading the Dance of the Mollusk & other
psychic disorders on a scale of 1 to 10
last seen carrying a slingshot & a blanket
skip the gutter / shoot the breeze
A voice from on high
but not high enough
Sunday, May 31, 2020
Echo Beach
Dealing in the sub-rhyme
(Word is saving "The Poems"
i.e., the white noise of dueling tambourines
in the kelp grove)
around here this is considered a "lifestyle"
Now I am free to be driven to distraction
in a gleaming sky blue Cadillac El Dorado
Clouds sliding past ruin'd Ilion
somewhere in Baja California
around the corner from Thirty-six Views of Mt. Fuji
Dog Days (underlined in red) & it's not even June
banging around in the rearview mirror
w/a measly palm tree or two
& those subliminal green waves
endlessly rocking
(Word is saving "The Poems"
i.e., the white noise of dueling tambourines
in the kelp grove)
around here this is considered a "lifestyle"
Now I am free to be driven to distraction
in a gleaming sky blue Cadillac El Dorado
Clouds sliding past ruin'd Ilion
somewhere in Baja California
around the corner from Thirty-six Views of Mt. Fuji
Dog Days (underlined in red) & it's not even June
banging around in the rearview mirror
w/a measly palm tree or two
& those subliminal green waves
endlessly rocking
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