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nada

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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.

 

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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.

 

 

 

 

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siri something

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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

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diari unui mgeni.

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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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and whether it is what you needed to grow,
or something that sort of destryoed you,
how would you ever know

k. casi leaping to the stars

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balderdash

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balderdash horatio jitters out front dancing to the raindrops.

every second syllable is like some leggy filly full of spice and vinegar.

i step out into the moonlight and the howling begins before i’m even thinking.

neighbors close their windows and disconnect thier phones, oh wait, they can’t do that anymore.

the century is changing color like a clear glass of water with a new drop of red ink every 5 minutes.

the trees look sleepy and peaceful wearing the misty morning but they live so long what would i know.

finally something and then something else but once again it is only the beginning of the mystery.

dj
3-27-14

superbowl sunday

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Myself in a shell of television. 

Another manikin football game
gridiron apocalypse
very savory cigarette wine
running like a river down
the bleachers

stand people screaming
people individual

this is part of a big old
stadium collective they want
one sided windows & have
one deal only. 

dj
2-2-14

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