david jewell poet

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rambunctuous ruffians and scallywags wallowed in the pub fog of cigar and cigarette and beer-fume until early hours when the sun coughed awake and sent them withering home.

 

for the muse alesiacher

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my head is full of

lava and candles.

I’m the sweet monkey

in the parade at dawn.

 

I formulate sentences

with nothing to say.

I strike out in

all directions at once.

 

I’m the ruby resting

on the neck of the Princess.

 

I’m a box of nothing

in an empty boat.

 

I’m a shattered chandelier that fell from the ceiling

as you walked up the stairs.

 

I am everything that is reaching for you

from across the room.

 

I’m the cat that shows up from

nowhere and disappears.

 

I am a conundrum inside an enigma

driving a race car on a moebius strip.

 

The next grapefruit I eat will hopefully be a

pomegranate.

 

I can’t spell my shoe size

 

and am forever barefoot

shuffling across the silver floor

of truth.

 

 

 

 

drifting sideways

like a butterfly in the wind

like a sailboat in a hurricane

I want to begin.

 

I look for a compass

and imagine a map.

 

And wonder if it matters

because I could sure use a nap.

 

diari unui mgeni.

entry 1.

 

I see other hoodwinks.

I hear other distances.

palm open wide. . .

martian landscape above.

 

No matter how long I watch her, or hear her smoky voice,

or listen to her hot words, while her lips caress the language,

or how closely I watch her dance, and swing her hair around––

she is like a beautiful mystery, forever unfolding,

like watching the ocean~~wave after wave, from infinity to

infinity, luscious, dripping, ripe like swollen fruit.

 

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upside down in reality’s playpen.
swinging on the monkey bars of everyday dreams.
flowing with the notion of the motion of the ocean––
rocking steady and sweet in the heartbeat
of cosmic love.

peaceloveout.

 

televisionhttps://soundcloud.com/david-jewell-3/television

siri something

Just drinking my head on straight this season and then I’m just trying to keep it together and going straight line quick turnaround quit walking backwards you know I just want you to do big circles you’re going really big circles from the spirals where I’m ever evolving out was a little bit you know then maybe going straight line once in a while because I got to keep my feet moving forward and like I wanted to a lot of things so much energy in a day and I get worn out really fast and then also watching TV and everything goes haywire I just don’t really like watching the TV anymore just leave it outside

siri poem midnight delirium

diari unui mgeni.

entry 2

 

Excuse me miss which way were you talking when you were walking backwards inside my door I’d like to know if you were leaving or coming in because you were moving towards the living room but often backwards like you were leaving then you carried those candlesticks to the bedroom and put on a negligée so I figured you were staying and put on some soft music so we were dancing around on the carpet (cutting-the-rug) a little bit I can’t remember any problems anymore can’t remember.

 

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