mirror will be washed

[SeattleRain]

oxygenated

For sharing poems of 2Rivers, oxalis, Air2O, smithpeter, sveltwalker, palau, et al

title of thread from:



being as small
by 2rivers © (aka the fucking genius)


mirror will be washed
soon as need to see
real
what is here and behind
in front eventually

a mirror is time travel
not space
best silvered glass, water too
sky below, self above
all as bottomless, next to each other
(viewing hint: tip head slightly)

swimming in the untouchable
long as wide pool
deep as shallow heaven

3/21/04

 

[SeattleRain]

simple solar 2Rivers 4/01/04

simple solar

by 2rivers ©


-introduction by moisture:
I am his sweet gooey pond
sticky below his fragrant flower
proper pruned to be,
just so

-flash back:
living in a foot hill cave
he runs to look down
waiting for the two inch heeled
mountain knobbed clog lady with great mirth and happy hair

-flash forward:
straws chock full of syrup
hard to suck due the chunks
of banana and berry,
they gape below the sun vacuum cheeked all rosy and cute

-secondary and primary characters:
the lone elk and wedded pair of wild boar
are dispatched with ease
to dinner and a show with extra butter
so waffle stomper woman can rest her curious poetic head

-real life:
he beams like a coal miner’s headlight
all switches on
he watches the semaphore dancing across her forehead
she dreams of spice and soft touch with edge



4/01/04

 

[tarablackwood22]

Re: simple solar

simple solar

by 2rivers ©

-introduction by moisture:
I am his sweet gooey pond
sticky below his fragrant flower
proper pruned to be,
just so

-flash back:
living in a foot hill cave
he runs to look down
waiting for the two inch heeled
mountain knobbed clog lady with great mirth and happy hair

-flash forward:
straws chock full of syrup
hard to suck due the chunks
of banana and berry,
they gape below the sun vacuum cheeked all rosy and cute

-secondary and primary characters:
the lone elk and wedded pair of wild boar
are dispatched with ease
to dinner and a show with extra butter
so waffle stomper woman can rest her curious poetic head

-real life:
he beams like a coal miner’s headlight
all switches on
he watches the semaphore dancing across her forehead
she dreams of spice and soft touch with edge

.........breathtaking stuff.

How are you, Seattle? been behaving yourself?

 

[annaswirls]

for beauty by 2rivers 11/28/03

for beauty
by 2rivers ©


acute pattern of ripples
chase schooner swift
of Port A cutting
to Port B with cargo
meant for draping,
wrapping,
cinching

pulling intimate to pier
Captain calls ahoy
to lay abouts
to fetch his dear,
for his fruits of
charm and anklets
silver beam will grace
her smooth and mound

flutes, hand drums and whistlers
follow her skirts
as she moves not
stepping but swanlike
to the wharf and her single
gift of ten fingered adore,
his bow is pert and lingers
her curtsy signals an hour
of gaze, full embrace

11/28/03

 

[SeattleRain]

asking by 2 Rivers 11/23/03

asking

by 2rivers ©

blindfolded
asking for it
fully dressed
sheath enclosed
cocoon skinned

twenty zippers
to mount, all fabric
that squeaks

many more seals to breach
this is THE hunger worth
pursuit


11/23/03

 

[SeattleRain]

2Rivers 1/29/04

bare flame
by 2rivers ©

what is the recipe
unprotected makeup of
this ghost tissue,
untouchable matter

self contained halo
heat for the moment
suns are mothers
incestuous eons away

joining across
crowded infinite;
recollection burns,
boils, scorches

enlightens our load



1/29/04

 

[normal jean]

dark kitchen

Dark Kitchen

a 5/8 moon so brilliant
as to cast an eared shadow
of my hand
into stainless steel sink

occasional drips and calcium
build up to greet me
the nerve of minerals
their audacity, stalacticity

warm blood flows for needles
not a drop spilled to the down
side imitation, imitation marble
fit for drawing room

skidding the smooth, my main job
pushing water uphill, laughing
pulling onto my lap
the heat of bunny love

oh my stars, my Luna
my all in a row planet pals
a choir of cool chords
ooooo be bopbop celestial
***********


Damn!! i love this poem...and about a million more of his

 

[annaswirls]

2Rivers "purely spiritually" 12/26/30

purely spiritually

by 2rivers ©

putty
long rolls of clay
worms
a cylinder
spit

let’s dance
up one wall down to the dirt
let me see your pretty legs
lift your skirt

introduce me to your mother
allow me handle your hurt
-let’s lay for a while
-let us stand on the tail end of a speeding train
-shoot guns, kiss with eyes wide

love doesn’t get any younger either
love is the variegated gem


~

 

[annaswirls]

Funked I and Funked II 11.16.03

~

funked I
by 2rivers ©


Ruby is jealous
her whirl
our skirting

I, She
twirl
singular

the deep bass
no piccolo
our chests only



funked II
by 2rivers ©



making love
create a beat
deep

shut up world
be silent
night mute

the couple of lights
that blend make pure blue
a never extinguish kinda thang


11/16/03

~

 

[annaswirls]

lie by 2Rivers 4/18/04

lie
by 2rivers ©


nestle warm
simple surges, laughter
coos of spring, pulling back the leaves
sexy bare earth
odor of life, purpose
stretch out long

 

[SeattleRain]

same thing with 33.3 by 2rivers © 12/21/03

same thing with 33.3
by 2rivers ©


what is a satisfying chord
one that would make us
puff deeply from the stem of
our pampered pipe

make the smoke curl just
just so
for this one and only repeatable
take, given to me
five measures in at letter E

a moment in several lives
that comes again, once and forever
till the laser finally burns a hole
through that segment of that CD

12/21/03

 

[SeattleRain]

Malaysia by smithpeter © 12/30/03

Originally titled Bangladesh

Malaysia
by smithpeter ©

a piece of a pill I was crushing
jumped out of the bowl
and lodged in a pleat of my pants.
khakis, beige or light brown or khaki colored.
some small person in Malaysia whipped them up for me.
aren’t all persons, both men and women small in that place
we all knew about in high school? especially the little children are.
I don’t know. they are in hallucinations and documentaries.

it made me so upset, today to know that my shoes might have matched
my tan trousers if the lights were on
in the little closet next to the bed.
you must think I am upset or mad most of my day and night and dream
sick, curse filled mares.
but, I am just making fun of good humor and satisfaction, so cuss and unfold
polite little napkins like an autopsy in order to spill the finger bowl.
this invites frowns from my friend for lunch and the staff


12/30/03

 

[SeattleRain]

Tent by smithpeter 4/20/04

damn if anyone has the picture of his tent blowing into his window I will give you one million dollars for it.


Tent
by smithpeter ©


Tent

a segment of my yard
plays host to a renegade nylon tent
of fiberglass pole persuasion.
it escaped one summer afternoon
was never hunted down.

We know where it is hiding.
It was crummy to sleep in
my head and feet touch shroud
at once

Occasionally it perambulates
breeze propelled
for reasons not worth pondering,
it has become a sight of gentle, but small bemusement

one night it failed to surround me at fire pit,
me and my ember stirring stick seated on a folding aluminum chair
I barked and howled and recited the 23rd psalm.
Tent will never try that again

someday, it wishes, Wind will blow
polite to her, sleek dome screened in 2-man
tricked out, silver zipper, bronze stake
rip stop top shelf sleeper with fly,
ooh bliss

4/20/04

 

[SeattleRain]

B, The Hind A Poem smithpeter 11/30/01

B, The Hind
by smithpeter ©

Like two bumps,
Suggestive curves not complete,
Circles aborted, then joined,
Staffed on one side,
Cool stiffening sky on the other,

Oh, the craving for cursive scripts,
Forbidden typesets cursed by church,
Embraced by the boys,
Girls with flair coming,
Of age, writing, viewing, flirting,
Becoming the future.

 

[SeattleRain]

Waiting, a good thing last night of poems Air2O as the artist 5/06/04

Waiting
by air2o ©

growing hard as stone
for particular cheeks

peach will ripen
from plucking



a good thing
by air2o ©

sipping from a candle flame with my eyes
it’s lured oxygen transforms into light
as my memory seems to be trading places
with empty gaps

A small sign goes up in yard near road
Space Available,
No Experience Needed,
Good View of Road and Yard

people driving cars turn their heads,
too bald, too old, too empty, not lived in enough.
Former porn star Sharon Mitchell stops to draw blood

Another brush with greatness speeds away,
slight wave out window,
a fly is left behind. Sharon Mitchell’s fly.
A good omen

The fly and I live happy together for years.
Fly years

5/06/04

 

[WickedEve]

This is from a PM from August two years ago. He wrote this right after he got out of the hospital, after he almost died:
---
on my grave stone:

Too many windows
Open at once
Like trees with leaves
Just too many
---
Is what you're doing healing you at all, or just making you hurt more? I know all we all have left are words. I don't like this thread but I love Doug and I love you. So, do what it takes to heal. I have chosen a different path. You're invited to walk by the lake and pretend with me whenever you want.

Eve

 

[SeattleRain]

edited to send response to the question poster

 

[SeattleRain]

oxalis -- plundering the hostess 3/30/04

~

plundering the hostess

by oxalis ©


a ribbon of thunder and spark is aimed at my head
also open thighs
now tight clenched

your words welcomed, steep against my calm Sunday afternoon
steel balls strung just so
stealing the appropriateness of an innocent meeting

calm does not last
fury and stiff resolve
replace clear skies

you mention passion
I see you,
you give me reason to abandon or stoke my pirate ways

I pray camp under pine near sand
dressed in little cotton triangles
we roar, fucking the rude waves


3/30/04

 

[SeattleRain]

the cabaret owner by oxalis 1/11/04

the cabaret owner
by oxalis ©
blue, a dusty Sunday morning hung over
fog and horns
shutters need raising
butts litter where dancers caroused
lifting spirits, skirts, lids,
trousers drop, there were tubas,
his minor key eyes
need sweeping.
there are few bodies buried here

green, beyond the study windows
vast square yards fescue and sod
during day lit life squinting
seeking shade, children singing
under epithermal rain

gray, dinner out of box
no more cigarettes, no wine, no TV
moon is free
cheapest entertainment
next to conversation, if you can find some
at the Cabaret

clear, missing stanza:
owner has cleaned, band is due, they are razor dressed,
kind but serpent like with messages rarely
in agreement,
dripping venom
out spit valves
blessing resolved discordance

red, they each touch him
his palm
his shoulder kneels,
walking talking, brass and wire,
weightless soft shoes
tapping
behind the bar
at the Cabaret


”salt n pepper,
keep on doin it”

1/11/04

 

[annaswirls]

another new stranger by oxalis © 07/04/03

another new stranger

by oxalis ©

I know you are an old house fly in an old house.
you are an obese fly and clumsy with those bifocals
and cane bumping into things.
I have hated your kind but sad to hear the defeat of yet
another health care package for senior
Musca domestica Linnaeus

I show my sympathy with the invention
of swatter with larger holes,
a handle of laser charged to show the way,
away, away
to a condo in Sarasota or Fish Creek,
that’s the buzz


07/04/03

 

[annaswirls]

goes without saying by oxalis 03-07-04

goes without saying
by oxalis ©


chop with a sharp chisel
against the grain before gouging
same for God and demons
cut

wireless thermometer fetish
photos of parts
auto, girlfriend, interiors, galaxies
snipped and snapped, paddy whacked

the numbers keep drumming
head ache #, the magic ratio, no
a fuse to no dynamite, no bottomless well
a spiral of cross cut conch

tender, loving brutal caress
we lay, we sleep little
balloons speak volumes
spoon feeding is us

rampant thoughts down
dangerous potholed roads
we each of us take one
end dusty, requisite to bathe each other

covered millimeters deep grit
your cheeks, my totality
your whole self
my very tiny corner of left chest pocket

you reside
beating, searing, welcome

03-07-04

 

[SeattleRain]

extended tether by Palau © 3/08/04

extended tether
by Palau ©


biographer birth to death
not my mud nor home brew
chalk on wall, down dark hall
it took many noisy foot falls to get here

tit for tat is typical for anger that does not debate
stolen ideas
applied to the concept of forgiveness
precarious atonement
tapestries of other peoples lies
difficult verse
complex lives
simple survival

one plus one
no matter
results

 

[SeattleRain]

cold by Palau © 3/14/04

cold

by Palau ©



not to love
not to friendship
just cold

sleep sack
sleep tepid
have place

3/14/04

 

[SeattleRain]

flash by Palau © 3/14/04

flash
by Palau ©



flash

parts of my soul have been removed
a camera was pointed at me
I was sucked, just a little, of precious soul
nothing special, a part meant for stealing
filled back up when the tide of worth
flowed back and poured
leaving me full and fresh though need of
hand shakes with new self parts
takes time

3/14/04

 

[annaswirls]

why time is important 2Rivers 12/08/03

why time is important
by 2rivers ©

a hole need fill
a stolen shiny
my heart
music
is important

sunrises/sets eggs on a platter going back to mother and womb one day out of many to sing and dance for color full tracks moving under trains all thunder of drum skin hit and hit and strummed like morning beams that ink into the world while this man wastes time all day.

one hole filled
another is the horizon
a breast pocket near little
miles away
tears so close it stings

12/08/03