Street Fair

282e239f6099b8fb5293d9dcb8a412da1. 1. Repeat offender vendors

Who set up to break down

 

2. The song remains the same

Only the avenue changes.

 

3. Livingroom rehearsed musicians

Exposing themselves to the elements

Of being ignored

 

4. Shaky Kombucha addicts

Wait in line for their fix

Of sour fermentation

 

5. Corporate bakeries pretend

To be small time organic

Moms and pops

 

6. Petitioners harass people

Who already agree with them

 

7. Two Goth girls act like it’s the eighties

Even though they were born in the nineties

 

8. A misting tent at the hostel.

Finally, those stinky street kids

Can get a shower.

 

9. Fresh locally roasted coffee

Imported from Central America

Stationed in Airstream trailers

Strategically placed at every other intersection

 

10. Fresh squeezed lemonade

Direct from concentrate

Add sugar — $1.00 extra

 

11. Weekend hippies with dusty new top hats

Complimented with a crow feather

Pot-leaf t-shirt and Birkenstocks….

They know that computer coding Monday

Is only a sunset away

It’s called “back to virtual reality”.

 

12. Fortune tellers conjuring narratives

For the fortunate few

“I see a person in your life”

It just so happens, we all do.

 

13. Beer gardens on both ends

Making sure the stumbling

Hop alongs stay within the fair

 

14. Local insurance office

Sets up a bounce house

Proving that accidents do happen

 

15. Smoked ribs and other carcasses

On display

 

16. New Seasons Market booth

Stocks out-of-season produce.

Hey, it’s in the name

They are making up new seasons

As they go.

 

17. Hemp totes, hemp ropes

Hemp ladders, hemp matters

Hemp paper, hemp traders

Dopes on hemp, hemp belts on dopes

 

18. Clown balloon “artists”

Makes swords

For kids to thwack the shit out

Of each another

Americans learn young

 

19. “Free hot dogs and pop!”

As long as stomachs last

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Polyrhythm

Photo by Elan Mudrow
Photo by Elan Mudrow

Our bodies move between layers

Like leaves, who dance beneath

Aggressive heat….waiting….

For the bite of upcoming chill

Who consumes, as it always will

Our cycle of touch and thought

Bending our tired sinews caught

In ignorance of the ground

Soon to lie upon.

Clinging to a self-definition

Initiated by our budding

That first feast….consummation of light

 

With dry edges we seek to extend feelings

Of old sparking petals who love stealing

Shafts of pounding earthly bound sun.

We are aware from first dew milk dawn

That we know, all life is sandwiched

Between larger vacuums of cold

And upon completion

When knowledge plays its last card

Our bodies, without consent

Refuse to stop dancing

 

I see the leaves swirl violently

With their skeletons

More fiercely then they did

When juicy bodies of greenest complexion

Took in all elemental surprise

To drink the sun with the smoothest of hands

Loveliest of faces and shapely skin…Now

Twirling brown, far into new year’s play

When snow melts for the aggressor’s return

Many have been paved into soil.

Beaten into pulp by the very planet

Who supplemented their synthesis

Becoming the very ground they never knew

 

Awareness isn’t everything

Life doesn’t necessarily use it

All of the time

Neither does love

Even though we think they should

 

We are dancing now

Within our own selfish lovemaking

Applying our eternalness

 To the world

Wondering why no one else

Can feel the strength of our sprout

I choose to lay underneath you

For my body is glistening with

A hope I have no name for

World Wide Word Debt

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Photo by Madeline Rockery

Word Debt has been published.

Smile Baking

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I bake this smile

To a golden brown grin

It’s my choice

How it curls upon my face

I can set the timer

To tender and loving

Or longer

To smug and smartass… you see

I will shape it as I see fit

Perhaps, I will add more

Snappy sugar…and

it’ll be a tender smartass

A lover of smug, or a crispy smirk

I cook this happy crescent cookie

With my own kind of dough

 

If perchance, my smile

Were to run into your frown

During a cake walk

Don’t get uptight

We’ve all dealt with fallen sweets

Redefine your dough

Maybe you need a pinch

More pompous in the mix

Or a tidbit less sneer

Ask your lover for a bit more butter

Measure the milk

Using your own cup

Don’t let anyone

Put your smile in the oven

Before it has had time

To rise

Seeing

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kalemba by William Santiago

My eyes can only look outward.

They seek, witness, and search

No singular thoughts of their own

Catching movement and color

Concentrating on sound sources

Sorting light and darkness

Outside binary restraints

Transmitting their way

into an inner vision

Processed with thought

Mixed with a wrinkling of the brow

A flutter of lashes, a blink.

These sights compacted

Into image decisions, imagination

Facts and fabrication

An arrangement of details

Strings of incidents

Missed, found and realized

 

So much have I entrusted

To their capabilities of capturing

Life into a collection of slides

Time squeezed into perception

Frozen cubes of memory

Distorted by the recurring frosts

Floods, and droughts

That have passed before them…yet

I am one with their innate faculty

While I’m aware

They swim in fluidity.

I am dependent upon

A constant act of focusing

 

I ask if you trust my voice

With such eyes as I have?

Can I tell you of beauty?

For my representations

Can only amount to

An anthology of my own

Seeing

 

Now, as I have before

Watch your lips move

As the sound of your story

Reaches my eyes

Nacre

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Ama Pearl Diver

I open my laptop

Hoping to find a pearl,

A poem within

The cold metal shell

Warmed by my touch

As the keys move with

Currents, tides, waves

Settling in diverse pools.

But, sometimes poems

Slip out as granules of sand

Nuisances, unfiltered….Having

Their own kind of rough beauty.

I have hope for them

For I believe and must believe

As any parent must believe…that

I have a three chambered heart

Cat Watch

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My cat does not pass judgement

Nor does he profile.

If he were to guess wrong

About my sneaky movements in the kitchen,

He has not made an assumption.

He’s acting upon detailed information.

For I have been known to

Pass out a treat or two……three or four.

And If some friend or snackless fool,

A human like me…..

……..Were to be lurking around my kitchen

For no good reason,

Perhaps for a glass of water

Or to eat an innocent chocolate chip cookie,

My cat pays no mind to them.

 

You see, even though we all

Are enamored with Pokemon Go,

Watch Justin Bieber’s hair with avid interest

And wonder who having sex

On Game Of Thrones,

My cat is smart enough to know

Who passes out treats.

Regardless of how our limbs,

Voices, yawns and wants are placed together—

The trick is that…

He must see an “individual”

Individual

Dig a hand into the treat bag

Dishing out the good stuff

Before he knows for certain

What’s going down

 

He makes no educated guess

No theory

No scholarly charts of bias are involved

No gathering of tendencies

No cat debates that rhetorically argue

About which kind of human gives out snacks

And which kind of human does not

No, guessing happens

 

Maybe if my cat were to watch more

“Reality” television.

He would think

Every human is a potential snack thug.

Then….

No move in the kitchen would

Be ignored,

Everyone in the kitchen

Must be scanned

Profiled, suspicious of treat dealing

In the dark, dark corners of the dining room.

He would watch all of us

Very, very, very, very carefully

And cautiously.

He might even rub against a leg

Just to make sure that no tricky movements

Were perpetrated against his food bowl

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