sunder the self

Posted in best of GJK, New Poems, poems, poems 2017 with tags , , , , , , on May 25, 2017 by GJK

under duress

utter chaos

obscures the light

blunder and shame

sunder the self

with wretched blight

desire’s dark lie

requires assent

grimly withheld

reviled and shunned

desire withers

hope is beheld

GJK

23MAY17

gravity ceases

Posted in poems, New Poems, poems 2017 with tags , , , , , , , , , on May 25, 2017 by GJK

in truck-stop diner

i hit the pisser

with tremendous speed

i evacuate

two pints of water

so i may proceed

with diligent haste

to fuel my brain

with coffee strong as

a locomotive

that bursts unhindered

off a curving track

into a canyon

where against all odds

gravity ceases

the massive machine

is then borne aloft

by cyclonic wind

that is my bloodstream

fuel and blood meld

awakeness occurs

awakeness endures

metaphor abjures

bladder signals full

with furtive glances

and a hunter’s stride

i evacuate

to the outside world

GJK

23MAY17

a simple thing complicated by thinking

Posted in humor, love, New Poems, poems 2017 with tags , , , , , , , , , , on May 11, 2017 by GJK

scraggly grass is curiously clipped

uniformly by an unwieldy

and aggressive machine.

the scent of gasoline melds with that of tree pollen

and the internal fluids of innumerable

bifurcated herbaceous dicotyledons.

wending its way through that melange

is the aromatic certainty

of rain-clouds drawing near.

it is the first mass torture of spring.

i grin impishly at the dirt

between the green, severed blades.

do your work, soil

i say.

i laugh, walk away

and slay my evil minion

by throwing a dead, vulgar tarpaulin

over the top of the hulking beast.

i congratulate myself

for a job well done —

(a ridiculous job that offends

my neo-tribal philosophy,

but this ain’t grad school

and my philosophizing is sporadic

and incoherent at best)

so,

the trouble, i suppose,

is simply some vague fear

of incurring a fine from the city

for allowing grass to be grass.

the deeper reason, though,

for this botanical violence

is the bloom of happiness

i see upon her face

as i brush the dirt from my hands

and the first drops fall upon our skulls.

GJK

11MAY17

haiku (11MAY17)

Posted in best of GJK, haiku, poems 2017, taoist, zen with tags , , , , , , on May 11, 2017 by GJK

vivid stained-glass pales,

sun saps slight, frail pigments – HA!

vitality fails.

GJK

11MAY17

attached to (black and pink)

Posted in Uncategorized on April 29, 2017 by GJK

sneakers, black and pink

with white laces, slink

sexily across the scratched

umber hardwood floor;

sneakers attached to

vigorous feet who

sensually bend and glide —

strides of an angel.

feet are Sunflower’s;

she has Sunflower sneakers.

GJK

23APR17

[mutant sonnetized haiku]

with apologies to J.R.R.T.

Posted in Uncategorized on April 12, 2017 by GJK

the immortal Robert Jordan is

my best dead friend.

regarding fantastical pantheons

i must

insist

that he

is profoundly supreme

(and almost entirely inimitable)

throughout all illimitable, incomprehensible time.

GJK

12APR17

4.8.2017

Posted in Uncategorized on April 8, 2017 by GJK

human  leash  canine

tethered spirits ambulate

humans  chains  corpses

GJK

4APR17

(yes this is a protest poem yes this means stop the war,

stop the violence without and within)