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Opposites Attract Attention
By Glen Wells
"What are they doing?" "Looking at the sky."
William Blake ~ "Everything is sacred."
Why walk on water when you have skis?
Someone took the tow rope.
A gas cloud dissipated, as anticipated.
Sometimes it gets deep, and that's called the deep end.
For the shallow side of things, amid the lumpiness of stuff,
symbiotic iambic pentameter erases doubts with one hand
while polishing off brouhahas with another.
(If you find one of the numbers fails to decrease to zero then it means there has
been a rupture in the very fabric of spacetime and the universe will explode in 30
seconds).
Like any explosion, it can only happen once.
Whether or not the exploding universe ever ends
or stop and implode could very well depend
if the collapsing stars converge before evaporating,
or might condensation overcome the drought of raining fire
and have a never ending clash of subs enter continuously.
The far face of the sky may never see its tail,
still the feel of a wiggle brings a smile.
Ignoring the big one
If it were only a war you were looking for,
you might find it at the corner drugstore.
Location, locale, locals.
Far flung, crowds gathered, to hang and to be...
Boycotts and education.
But whose? Yes, who's treating the stockades?
What flotilla breaks the blockade?
What animal surrenders unscathed?
Pride and respect, humble pie, forty souls get in the hold.
When its words you're fighting with, a cold one would do.
But the meets are on the table and the heels are dug in.
the stakes are unrelated, for to sacrifice the few, please one or two,
there's left of ready many to brew and brood.
I suppose working in constant shifts, keep the attention span glued,
lots of bribes, motives, mean and opportunities.
filing pro
the edge of everyness is flame retarder
it won't destroy the shade
or shame the plain lit sky
while crossing Kansas
in jumbled times
the solitary flame of time awakes
as closer looks crusty
as once fractaled lips spoke
each adding anew, words
from old ones, not meaning to change anything
except to be the unchanging whisperer
her teeth grounded to a halt
one lone tree...and Andrew tried
he saw it ache, as a limb unencumbered
he watched it wreak into retreating glassy-eyed rills
now to come back, as to never leave
a thousand passing moments, distilled to one.
And so much it mattered then, till the leaves draw blank.
How less real, the deliberated mistake,
as opposed to the accidental improvement...
of practice.
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Embedded
There are a plenty of places and spaces to escape from,
and few are as inviting as the ones to escape to.
If not for a last refuge,
a holding cell of imaginary corridors might lead one astray,
right into the labyrinths of no exits,
no signposts,
no suggested retail price,
a no doorman with bribery laced pants,
walking past the flooded lights,
no sirens screaming,
early warning detection on the blink from pointedly aimed sunspot activity
and a Mercury cooled satellite.
A Bigger Bang to Come
Diffusion is after-effects, confusion is fully part of initial conditions.
Think of the pressure.
Has nowhere to go. And wants to.
There's friction.
Undecided and Temperature needs equilibrium.
Heat warms the coals and cold cools the building storm.
A cloud forms, amalogous.
Condenses further. Practically a paste, almost plastic.
Will stretch.
Boundaries, an after-thought.
Resistance breaks concentrations, puddles gather.
The make up commences.
Mosaic
love the world, it won‟t hold you back
and completely ignore the dream of fear
turning from terror and all that's left is peace...
buried deep inside black wholes with one way walls,
leaking back out again,
the ooze eventually collecting into pools of a reflection,
bounded entirely by nothing but itself,
unrecognizable, until ....
you see you wore it out.
I think the idea is to make t-shirts with two types of material...
one being totally reflective (mirror-cloth)
and another that is completely opaque (invisible-cloth)...
eventually of course, some would go mosaic.
Invisible Darkness
I lost a line of poetry.
Might be undercover.
Could be in disguise.
If you find it, let me know.
When you see it, give it sway.
Matter that's not dark is reflective
of this...a stretch Limo of hot summer days
long before its arrival, warmed nights and little breezes.
Unseen and silent flashlights
flick dimly with aged batteries
casting a soft shadow
hard though the wall be
it still lets water seep through
from a rising table of swift currents.
Rose the rabbit, tired.
With thicket gone,
and barking hounds.
cat city. the garden calls.
has carrots ripe for nibbling.
Colored Measures
"tick is called to shock, an answer to a radioactive twitch"
color pollution minus dilution = neither fade nor shade.
The thing that is measured is amounts.
quantity
quality is like being rated, as in felt
we might say red silk has sheen
and blue felt is a soft touch
as the material gets cut to fit...sometimes draped.
Some days we might seem to be wandering little starlets
with little planets whirling about us
other days see passing comets smacking us silly
or give a 5am makeup call
dragging out the lead, we save for ballast
lest we fly away and never get scenes again
Eon's Grasp
wind and rain.
thunder in the belly.
sleets of icy rovers.
edging not to where,
but when they retreat.
there marks a lair.
runaway effects.
one marble circling, one drain, a spiral of empty,
filled.
2 seconds ago.
How to read a poem
Let the poem see all your different yous.
When you need a smile, it might break one open.
On a sad day it will bring a tear to rest upon your cheek.
It can recall a memory that you‟ve been longing for.
Let every breath of a poem, its words feel your emotion
Choice: Animal, Vegetable, and Mineral Minerva Amaryllis
"A doorway stands between our animal state and our divine inheritance."
how to write what cannot be written.
no way falls outside a divine nature and an anomaly's gift.
an opening sits
were they to split, neither being an entry or exit
walls that never existed would not have cause that one become in
and the other out
yet when one did and the other too
and they would do it together
forever and ever
to come apart
it might have been a great sacrifice
but then, it's been said, "free will by definition is without cause."
'only'...the solipsist anthem
'Each contact with a human being is so rare, so precious, one should preserve it.'
~Anais Nin
difference without difference is no difference at all.
simulation, representation, rendition
it is what it is and it ain't what it ain't
only it might not be just one thing or another
but a multiplex drive out
to the boonies, or some midnight dessert at the oasis
if it weren't for change, there'd be no change at all.
oh well
the pastor wants to put me on a soapbox or in a soap dish
it ain't exactly clear
the woman wants to follow the sun like a cat with a leash law
the neighbors are moving cause they hate this place
we got more wars and civil unrest than we know what to do with
we'd sooner put it all on remote
and let it run in the background
with windows you can't see out of
viruses to the left of us, conspiracies in the right
stuck in the center of a palace that has none.
I wonder if it will hold water,
drift out to sea, or sink to the bottom
settle next to an octopus's garden
and grow hydroponically.
When there's no them… that leaves us.
„Only‟
Lyrics by NIN
Well the tiniest little dot caught my eye and it turned out to be a scab
And I had this funny feeling like I just knew it's something bad
I just couldn't leave it alone, I kept picking at the scab
It was a doorway trying to seal itself shut
But I climbed through
Now I am somewhere I am not supposed to be, and I can see things I know I really
shouldn't see
And now I know why, now, now, now I know why
Things aren't as pretty
On the inside
revealing....whether by influence by example by experience
each or not sees...unsees, what inside could..can.. color
A Universe that has no center is a center.
If not quite a pivot…then pivotal.
Trial by Aerial
Shadow, shadow on the wall,
Who‟s the one you saw?
Tools to build
Cut the woody silhouettes
Piece them all together
Make 'em stand tall,
And they may last until the fall
of shady pines.
Opposites Attract Attention
“A serious and good philosophical work could be written consisting entirely of
jokes,” Wittgenstein
At play...it's a bit like 'Being There'... chancy
maybe also at rest... recuperating. as a pause
flaws of mistletoe, you're drawn to kiss it...touch it
when it's hanging over you...you might move
and leave it hovering where it stands, in its roots of immovability.
as incomplete...see partial..."wanna make dreams a reality"
dire straights...the radiating background...
another cause.
(i.e. absence of neurosis, waste, endless horrors, etc.)
periods continue, and life fills between the punctuality.
?,!.
are they then made with lacks? Random acts of interests, duties and recreations.
Someone asked, "How do I get to Hell?"
follow the warden, outrage the mayor
though any partner seems urgently soliciting some fine of entanglement.
one way or another what's thrown is caught, dropped, missed, wildly and a
toss....some careless, as if throw-away moments have collected to form heaps and
piles, terrain, sculpted masses resembling towering infernos and shady lanes.
Something is a catalyst when it assists in the production of another something, or
some things, without itself being used up in the process.
Questions You Know
Is gravity an engine?
Is space a container?
Is space contained?
Is time movement?
Is life as we know it, on the outside looking in?
Life cannot enter the most solid of elements.
The hardest of metals pressed in the largest of pieces.
Metals at the center/inside, when heated get out,
turning fluid re-cooling into sculpted shapes.
Breathe is directly connected to life,
as is water, and mostly every body within gravity‟s reach.