Archive for May, 2014

May 30, 2014

The Death of Dinkytown

Consorted constructs
Moving,

Pressing forward–

View the new rubble of Old Dinkytown;
One can witness history’s deconstruction firsthand.

Cars, trucks, dust, dirt and trash,
Catalyst set in motion for cash.

Landmarks traveling by the bucket load
Motives directed by greased-tainted plans
Structures confound
Expats return to these unfamiliar lands

Sidewalk seating on patios
Leisurely sitting patrons relax
Hotels and High-rises impose
On storefronts that won’t last

Coming up from the ground
These trite hollow dwellings

Capitalistic stories in stories;
Transparency of circumvention, they remain—foretelling.

Few set about shaping a city of many with their money, their interests, and their greed.

May 27, 2014

Who isn’t?

Who isn’t?:
“I am writing a book.”
“I am writing a poem.”
“I am a published author.”
“I have a Kickstarter of my own.” -Every Writer Ever

May 27, 2014

How to Label an Artist/Author

The Art we delegate
From our own perspectives
Shapes our lives by our objectives

Down along the river
Or near a country farm
Intersecting thoughts which gather alarm

One sees it as this
One sees it as that
But who took the time to create the abstract?

Drunk on a bent
Metallic mouth of pills
Constructing a piece of horror for simple thrills

Other way around
Small city, big town
We have nothing to be ashamed of; these entities which confound

Orthodox rigid
Purely stuck in her ways
Running and ruining the lot, dictating thorough days

She stood so tall
Fat shiny red virago
‘Nothing new under the sun’, she said- let that swine waddle

Pictures in mind
Drawings in chalk
Some people are artists, while others are just talk

Strolling through woods
Park groves we stalk
The sights and sounds accumulate here on this walk

Figure a fitting label
Sit at sparse dinner table
The wind blows in performing a fable

Absolute absolves
We can make it, one and all
That of which we announce as “Art”, -exclusively they call

Most things are Art, and some things are not
To be an artist you must show what you’ve got.

May 21, 2014

Morels

Porous spores
Creatures of the ground

Soft supple fresh flesh—
As dead leaves they are brown

Under canopy and fodder young stems prosper
A sedentary proper, the dirt remains unbothered

Fleeting as the fast night came
Came they did, with the damp Spring rain.

May 21, 2014

Southern Minnesota Escape

Mother Nature’s gift,
Left the vast cityscape for unpaved ways
Longing for:
Peace
Quiet
And Solace…

Darkness beyond frail eyelids
As it was in the past
Hunter-gatherer sort of habits
Time logged and lost, amassed.

We once foraged
Now we pay for licenses, and pick up trash…

Gasoline—
And leave.

Collect wood
Make a fire
For light’s advantage
-With such a glowing desire.

Night sky bespeckled heavens’ mass,
Walking in circles on matted grass
Just to feel free,
-To feel life.

Smoke trails in our tracks
Cold comes when the blanket above has turned acutely black
Until morning dawns,
The city
The people
The hustle and bustle
The constant intention and interaction…

Out here,
Those things are all gone.

May 19, 2014

How We Change (apocryphal)

Let slip ever gracious smile
Wearing guarded masked face
Traded out for something more
Fake laugh covers a spiteful distaste

What hangs under that brightly painted coat?
What meaning lies deep lined visage rote?
Opened eyes with cleared throat
Acutely minded, yet somehow remote

Someone once said
That someone once spoke
Now they don’t speak at all
Let those loose on thin lines fall

We can only change ourselves

Phased out- ostracized
Effectively unduly replaced
Not there,
AWOL in ways
Then they cut cantankerous chains…  (ostensibly)

Surprisingly,
We wonder why—
We care
We must say:
Who makes my day?
And am I okay?

We are all different from last week
Are you here, today?

May 15, 2014

Collecting Coins

Dirty Money,

Naked silver circle
Tainted coin’s crest

Some copper
Some not

Most Metallic
Voter’s voucher

Some cold
Some hot

-Some sticky when wet-

Some carry more meaning than others
Others need more cleaning than some

Moving them up and gone
Locating a seat I sit down

Some speckle the ground
As we move along.

May 14, 2014

Fear Faith

Levity of ponderance
Crushed sand in place
Calculated words of elegance
Make hay or make haste—

She said she was afraid
Though there is nay to fear
She said this in so many ways
Speech fell upon delicate ears

Now,
I am afraid
That people are afraid
That they have something to be afraid of,
But why worry?

May 12, 2014

Another Night on Desk

Hourly gate counts
Stale air
Moments we forget to breathe

Passing the time
Without care
Caught in the hours between

They come in
Walking by
A try at upping the score

Questions so trivial
Evermore
Inquisitively why- I have no idea what for

Heaven and Hell
Two Options
Conclusions which have never failed

Lives we live
Routines assumed
Trials and tests we’ve prevailed

Truth and Lies
Who decides?
Each way holding a selective form

Beauty proved smart
Elegant sort
Passing they nod or wave their tiring decorum

Sun to Moon
Lighted beam (which looms)
Change of perspective and dreams

Mind is worn
Thoughts gone lost
Floating unobtrusively in certain scenes

Auf Wiedersehen to once beloved context
Oh, for heaven sake such (memes)
Au revoir to twice made attempts to contend
Occupation: desk- (maintaining un-split seams).

May 10, 2014

Point of Life

Life is what you make of it,

so make it full of joy–

 

Otherwise,

 

Fuck it–

What’s the point.