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dysmetropsia

THERE must be a feeling
that feels real
SOMETIMES sadness
is a purple color
at times sometimes
i’m surreal ~~ wondering
why i’m alive / don’t forget
where i’m at : never forget
where I am at : painting,
writing, playing guitar,
eating strawberries,
growing deep inside
forgetting time | Relativity,
never forgetting Time
it’s like the moon \ falls
around me / it’s like you
desert ring _
loving you.


RIVER OF LIQUID GLASS

In the garden of flickering neon trees,
where shadows dance with marionette leaves,
I met a man with a clockwork heart
and eyes like prisms, tearing time apart.

He whispered secrets in a language of static,
his voice a symphony of glitches and clicks,
telling tales of constellations uncharted,
and love letters written in binary scripts.

We wandered through a labyrinth of velvet mist,
where fish flew by on currents of twilight,
and the moon sang lullabies to sleeping stars,
cradled in the arms of endless night.

I found a river of liquid glass,
where thoughts flowed like mercury streams,
reflecting the dreams of forgotten gods,
and the echoes of interstellar dreams.

A carousel spun in an abandoned carnival,
each horse a phantom of forgotten lore,
and as I rode, the world unraveled,
a tapestry of surrealist decor.

In the distance, a cathedral of crystal,
its spires piercing the fabric of reality,
and inside, a choir of silent voices,
harmonizing in spectral duality.

When dawn broke, the mirage faded,
leaving only a trace of whispered winds,
and I awoke, clutching fragments of visions,
in the realm where the surreal begins.

:: 05.17.2024 ::


THE WORLD MOVES

THE WORLD moves and does in mysterious ways
as the thighs of a lover moving closer
breathing and touching, both awakening
the senses of the other.

How the quiet
night speaks, with low voice and rich
with leaves and moss and soil. The scents
of nature is between thighs. Both man
and woman. At all times whether in a bus,
or sidewalk, or riding a bicycle we exude
the scent of our animal nature. We are
the city of our Nature, the Empire. A tall
building of soft scaffolding mylon-foam
caught deeply within our throat and heart.

Appear as Mother, sweet and kind
On pasta, butter, and potatoes dine
The bee lady swims, unconfined
For those with wit not yet refined

Soup and cream, your frame bestow
The final word, you proclaim
Though plump, in splendor you will glow
Sublime and grand, you’ll earn your name.

:: 06.25.2024 ::


Alpha Bet Lesson

Have you seen a ‘v’—(sounds so beautiful)
Hop across a ‘t’ or even ‘y’ inside
A ‘d’, it’s all inside of me, so full.

Alphabet needs, in language’s pull,
Something in the way, I cannot hide,
Have you seen a ‘v’—(sounds so beautiful)?

In a deep dark well of mostly nights dull,
I kissed ‘m’ and ‘e’, where secrets reside,
A ‘d’, it’s all inside of me, so full.

Words touch all I hide, their whispers mull,
Cries feeling how I am, though much denied,
Have you seen a ‘v’—(sounds so beautiful)?

All of me cried feeling how I might lull,
Am SO “m” “T”, emotions collide,
A ‘d’, it’s all inside of me, so full.

Something in the way, how words just cull,
All I hide away from me, thoughts untried,
Have you seen a ‘v’—(sounds so beautiful)?
A ‘d’, it’s all inside of me, so full.

(rev) 06.20.2024


While Humanity Sleeps

WHILE humanity sleeps (half of the world to you and me)
We, birds whom nature adores charm from atop lookouts
shut eyes and dream
dream of mind and feels
As each night branches out into a single, flowering thought
from wings to the beak of your beloved wheelbarrow
who flies away after pecking food from Earth’s Soul
We, the bronze sighs of a statue that raises itself
upon an elbow while institutions sleep
And the dreamer, may his glowing gaps open up with shut eyes
dreamer with tears and laughs ; the horror of things
through it all i can hear you cry
beyond white sand shores into coral antlers of pain
So stretch your eyes and heart
So just say the heart is fractured
(i’m saved) so shut your mind and sing/just say
“Your heart is right — just go on and dream”

:: 06.20.2024 ::


Fitfull Sleep

Into you I dive, finding comfort,
It’s good to be here, but I stop short.
I rush around in my own bubble,
In this hotel, a place of rubble.

Connected to wires, fed by tech,
But waiting here makes me a wreck.
Break me, danger, call for help,
I need to go, can’t do it myself.

Whoa, whoa, the sounds surround,
But the peace in the air is profound.
Burst out, bathed in new light,
Disconnected, I cry out at night.

A brain, useless, fed by sleep,
Angels of rest, my soul to keep.
Whoa, whoa, the echoes fade,
In this modern life, my heart is swayed.

:: 06.09.2024 ::


Biological Machine Brain

AFTER I finish this poem and all
the alphabets are in bed

you can walk with me down the hill
where the stream is, lady
where fish dream they are stars

(now this blows my mind — but
there they are)

Looking within their eyes with a
suddenly unsaid voice they spoke
while smoking mexican grass

And the toads croak lightly
singing, “Run upon the stones
across our river”

I ran and stepped across all
the stones and crevasses
and I found myself upon the Mountain

And there came a poetess who sang,
“Come, hold my hand, along brittle
treacherous bright streets
of memory — ooh, come my heart,
you idiot, yealing like a drunken man!

We can be asleep, elsewhere our dreams begin
run upon my stones:

Ici? Ah non. Mon chéri, il fait trop froid.
I say again, “Here? Oh no. My drear, it is
too cold!”

The farm is in ice so Chevaux do bois!

:: 06.05.2024 ::


A Stop Sign: Anovulation

ALLOW me to hold your hand and send the stars
into nocturnal eyes

A night’s breeze seems to whisper how I love you.

Give me reason so I have none
like frogs springing forth
from a spring-mouth-kiss
A finger pressing upon a flesh-button
against an artificial heart
makes synthetic skin purple with pain
A black cat named Chai speaks
saying, “this broken leg was my wet nurse
and scarabs have flown across millennium of sand

When there are no corners but only curves
When the only sun is a medical light bulb
the man inside white coat destroys a future
and the world has left green, my breasts once
were queens now have no function other than to amuse

So, sweet dreams. I have sweet dreams of what could
have been imagining a mask of silence while laboring.
Come sweet baby, within these dreams I’ll have you.
My weak anemic body, mindless octopus
would swallow an excited cock to see you born.

I will release this last egg regardless of my irregular
vaginal bleeding so don’t deny me sweet cherub.

:: 05.28.2024 ::


Wishing For Opportunities

INSECTS inside
insectile industries
blowing chemical air

Impersonations
of celebrities
Superpositioned
across universes

Make-shift concerns
ooh, yeah, ooh yeah
it seems to be political
degreed thugs yoo hoo

i walked a gnat across
a sidewalk and it thanked me
its wings were torn off by
a starbuck patron this day

Go, little one, grow wings
and fly away my little friend
(haha).

Someone else had a bad day
she was tied in chains near
the intersection of Hope Drive
and Faith Lane.

Holding up a cardboard that read:

“will take verbal abuse for change.”

Anything helps, even a smile.

Her other cardboard read:

“1.00 for a useless fact.”\

And another:

“I’ll solve World Hunger for a dollar.”

We’re all tied up in chains.

:: 05.26.2024 ::

Notes:

Let me say that I write these notes so the reader completely understands my poems. If you are a teacher then use them to understand and express to your student body what the poet (me) meant when I wrote this. If you are a poet then you should already know.

“Wishing for Opportunities” is a multifaceted poem that interweaves surreal imagery, social commentary, and a poignant narrative to explore themes of struggle, resilience, and societal neglect. The poem’s fragmented style and juxtaposition of disparate elements create a kaleidoscopic view of modern life, capturing the reader’s attention through its unique blend of whimsy and gravity.

Structural Analysis

The poem is structured in a way that mimics the erratic and chaotic nature of contemporary existence. It shifts between different scenes and ideas without clear transitions, reflecting the fragmented reality it portrays. This structure serves to disorient the reader, mirroring the disorientation experienced by the poem’s subjects.

Imagery and Symbolism

The opening lines, “INSECTS inside / insectile industries / blowing chemical air,” immediately establish a sense of artificiality and industrial corruption. Insects, often seen as insignificant or pests, are a metaphor for individuals lost in the mechanized and dehumanized sectors of society. The “chemical air” suggests pollution and the toxic environment created by industrialization.

The phrase “Impersonations / of celebrities / Superpositioned / across universes” introduces the concept of fame and superficiality. The term “superpositioned,” borrowed from quantum mechanics, implies a state of being that is both present and not present, real and unreal, highlighting the elusive and often deceptive nature of celebrity culture.

Social Commentary

The poem delves into social issues with lines like “Make-shift concerns / ooh, yeah, ooh yeah / it seems to be political / degreed thugs yoo hoo.” This passage criticizes the superficial and performative nature of political discourse, where serious concerns are often trivialized or overshadowed by those with power (“degreed thugs”).

A particularly striking image is that of the poet walking a gnat across a sidewalk, only for the gnat to be harmed by a “starbuck patron.” This act of kindness followed by violence underscores the vulnerability of the weak in a society that often overlooks or actively harms them.

Personal Narratives

The poem transitions to a more personal and emotional narrative with the story of a woman “tied in chains” at the intersection of “Hope Drive and Faith Lane.” Her signs, offering to endure abuse or solve world hunger for money, reflect extreme desperation and the lengths to which people will go to survive. This scene poignantly illustrates the pervasive nature of poverty and the lack of empathy in society.

Themes and Messages

“Wishing for Opportunities” conveys a deep sense of entrapment and yearning for freedom. The recurring motif of chains symbolizes the various forms of bondage—economic, social, and psychological—that individuals face. The closing lines, “We’re all tied up in chains,” universalize this struggle, suggesting that despite different circumstances, everyone is affected by societal constraints.

Conclusion

The poem, through its rich imagery and stark social commentary, calls for awareness and empathy. It highlights the importance of seeing and acknowledging the struggles of others, whether they are as small as a gnat or as visible as a person on the street. By blending surreal elements with real-life issues, the poem creates a powerful reflection on the nature of opportunity, kindness, and human resilience.


ECHOES OF SURREAL NATURE

The boisterous laughter —
Echoes wide —
Down the crater’s slope —
It glides —

The rattle of a roundup —
Shatters still —
Insomnia’s blow —
Anxiety’s chill —

Nori’s wind —
On kelp-strewn shores —
Daffodil fields —
Silver spores —

The grotesque watchman’s skull —
Volcanic crest —
A reptile’s view —
In muddy rest —

Azure annexed —
By an amphibian’s eye —
Among the tadpoles —
Hidden nigh —

In murky depths,
where moonlight barely dares to dance,
secrets of the swamp unfold.
Amidst the languid currents
and the chorus of croaks,
a clandestine world emerges.

Here, where the azure is annexed
by the amphibian’s gaze,
mysteries lie veiled beneath water’s surface.

Among the tadpoles, hidden nigh,
lies the gateway to an enigmatic realm
untouched by the sun’s rays.

:: 05192024 ::