/ the Morning Routine

squirrel

Most animals go about their morning normals quietly ;
Not so, a tailflicking squirrel and one squawking mockingbird .
The solemn night stages the early matins sung piously
As rebirth fans across dewdrops sparkling : a reverence observed—

Not so with this squeaking squirrel and the balking mockingbird,
Both aloof to harmony and consumed with recalcitrance,
As renaissance fans across glittering dew : the glory observed,
Whilst bellicose war cries bewail from the crusty battlements .

Both aloof to melody and brimming with recalcitrance,
The shimmer fades in the sun–upping warmth; the bee chants float
Amid churlish war cries clamoring from crusted battlements
Splitting the spring forenoon leeways overlapping, undercoat.

The glimmer fades in the sun-upping warmth . The bee drone floats
Beside the clawing and the clacking of tooth and beak war–dance
That rends the vernal forenoon niches interwoven, unbeknownst
By choral songbirds skimming the trees, aloft a butterfly trance .

Counter to the clawing and the clacking of tooth and beak dance,
The peaceful night stages early matins voiced sacredly
By acapella birds swimming through branches : the butterflies dense:
Most animals undertake their morning routines softly .

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Spare the Rod; Spoil the Child, or, 2 Kings 2 : 23-24 : A Verse Translation

SheBears

And Elisha went up
From thence unto Bethel :
A city climbing from the rocks,

And as he was going up
By the rocky way,
There jaunted forth
Little children,
The meek out of the city,
And mocked his head a-gleaming,
And taunted him,
“ Go up, thou bald head ;
Go up and up and up :
Thy head unadorned . ”

And he turned back a-growling,
And looked down on them,
And cursed them
Each and every child
With scorn,
In the name of the LORD.

And there came forth
Two she bears
—Monsters out of the wood—
And tare to bloody shreds
Forty and two
Children of them :
DEAD,

In the name of the LORD .

ChildBear

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Dust to Dust

silicate

The carbon in the skeleton,
The oxygen in the breath,
The iron in the globin :
All seeded by the stars
After the core is imploded—
The cosmic dust :
Silicon, carbon, aluminum
Mostly

[ A millionth of a centimeter ] :
The sand under pelicans,
The flowers and the flesh,
The screendoors that open .
Ghostly,

Stars die that we may live .
Before spacetime spread deeper
The first supernovae exploded,
When ancient blue–white stars
Bathed the universe in light—
The cosmic dawn

[ The first generation of stars ]
A fraction of the current age .

AtomIron

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Outside the Hringaz, or, The Spokes Broken

DevilSkid

The chance aspects of physical wear ascribed
To supernatural embolus by conspiratorial
Adherents bent on attending a key event :

Crackerjack, the Devil’s wheel bearing attack
To hamper the hub of clockwise rotation ;
Historical the halting squeal of righteous roll
In mechanical disintegration .

Counterclock, the arc of the treadmark ;
Pitchfork : the trademark .

ChristWheelBearing

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Beach Hate

Seagull2

The sand crunches in all of the lunches
As squawking gulls lull for a morsel .
Mine  Mine  Mine  Mine  Mine . . . !

So many people baking themselves
In the sun beating down on the kiln .
The kids out for an undertow shark swim,
The cesspool of the whales: tales of Ahab
Rolling in the plankton swells ;
Sandblasting from the wet air blown
Off the salty waves whitecrashing ;

The collecting of carcasses, broken shells
And the saline skin crust with fishy smells ;
Blue skies constantly threatened by drab
Over side–step crabs and fleet–foot birds ;
The suck of the muck that shakes
And collapses to capture feet near watery
Edges : breathing out and in : the soughing din
—White noise without end .

BeachSun

Warm air rushes and rustles the sedges
Peeking out from the dunes, wispy hedges
Fronting the houses aloft on stilts
Built to allow for the flooding of tides
And rain bands slung from hurricane eyes.
All around the coastal road that
Parallels the beachfront properties
Sprawls the unsightly small–town shanties
Of tropical façade, completed with
Out–front palm trees | out–of–place odd .

Legions lie in ultraviolet egregious,
Life-years depleted ;
Under my umbrella I mutter
Hate for the beaches .

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TrumpIt : Pooting Your Own Horn

TrumpetToy

There once was dupe called Trump
who really liked showing his rump .
With rhetoric absurd
and ideas like a turd,
still people voted for that chump .

To the angry whites, he threw chum :
frenzy in the waters of dumb .
Then political hacks
with alternative facts
is what the White House did become .

Indeed the President was an idiot
in place without the votes of the myriad .
He would build the big wall,
’Cause his penis isn’t small :
it’s the largest one ever⸺period !

The Donald was foul in his mockery
of the American people’s democracy .
To put it in plain clothes,
what they wanted to impose
was a robust Christian theocracy .

But Trumpy wasn’t finished just yet,
installing cronies in his cabalnet :
what, with climate–change deniers
and alt–right white deifiers—
the swamp grew as he shoveled more ꭍꝝᴉꞱ .

TrumpShit

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the streaming from the eye

the brown leaves scurryflip across the shadowroad
   to distance themselves from their parents
popcorn plasters the dogwoods
    that stand in formation all along the thoroughfare
                   forestbattalions

RobinsEye

the alligator cumulus snaps as it transforms
    it always wants to chomp the sun
cannot see through density of scattered sky
    the stars are blazing there though

a gulp of fresh air no taste of pollution
    the breeze from butterfly effect
        the Coriolis force
            the circles fictitious
                the weather in the framespinning
walking through all of this
    tectonic plates on magma convection patterns
        galaxies near light speed
                terra rotationrevolution

that robin is so unbothered

GatorCloud

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Between a Hawk and a Hang-Glider

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On a mountain near Piancavallo,
I met God one afternoon ;
After the snow–dusting had faded,

Alone except for a hang–glider fluttering
And a distant hawk graceful in the air
Circling the thermals—

A moment of oneness : enlightened;
Anointed.   In those sacrosanct minutes :
A stillness that stretched out forever ;

The wind that brought the afternoon rain
Cooled my warm spirit
Longing to be the lift under the hawk’s wingspan,
Past the gravity .

The Lord walked in the cool of the day,
Rustled the shades of green
Painting the crown of the Dolomites—
There were no words, but I understood .

Piancavallo

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Noun Clown

MardiGras
BoxxVersion | “ Pierrot and Harlequin ” [ 1888-1890 ] . Paul Cézanne .
Crimson nose clown tear smile .
Chalk–dust face night–light
Cymbal screams. Vibration chants :
Candle–Cake laughter smoke wishes .

Horn-bop dance foot pony-ride
Horseshoe circus, vertigo dark
Mirror worlds: Boys | Girls
Universe parallel .

Grass–sweat running footprint :
Chlorine vapor salt gestalt .
Magic kingdom sunset  O
Shadow
Frame ⁄⁄ grease smirk
Fear : euphoria—
Coin-toss uncertainty .

ClownNose

Day crash :
moonglow cocoon ⸻
Chimera

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Death Spiral

LuciferFall

An accretion disk :
A halo of fire
Twice earth’s distance from Sol
Marks a star’s one–month fall
Around and into an event horizon
From the cosmos into oblivion,
Like the bearer of light
Fell for nine days
From heaven into
Black.

Entry through the gates of darkness
Rips the star apart .
A tidal disruption event
Sends forth optical, ultraviolet,
And x–ray light ;
The stream returns longing
To be radiant, weakened
Each trip around the horizon
Black,

Crashing into its former self :
A fading memory of luminescence,
A shocked–gas intersection,
A bright memory—
The stellar debris fades
Black .

DeathSpiral

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