Cello (Formula Poem)

The strings of weave, final and emerging--

crane-coiling-- (^

I know your music;

I feature the shut it disperses to meet.

Me to shape with paper twisted,

tension in sleep;

Me to see yet free, and I swear silken--

breath I roll plain to strain door locks.

I note fingers in the memory;

I name strings

as I and anonymous meet.

I am side-followed, a draw that's easing.

I, the familiar scent of apart;

I reach for tendons and body-- 

so hear delusion dimensions

and my shoulders close.

Know I am

when our sheets tighten--

we became your outer and quickly learned air

            carried between creases and folds.

You a heat I discern as striving,

and where blossoms focus I wander

as a one-and-convinced forget,

until we stand near to plains--

                                      
                                          entrance doors. 

This natural 

                      standing between,

                                                    that inner between us

and what lingers where I can't descend--

my too-present vibrating sides fastened elegantly.

(Winter 2010)

Quoted

"Turning pieces of ropes into ferocious snakes!"

(Spring 2011)

Transit

The time ends for strangers
who shared a night
on a park bench.
But I will keep the smile that sneaked
up the side of your mouth
when I said it.

(Spring 2011)

Cello (Experiment Revised)

The strings of weave, final and emerging--
crane-coiling-- (^
                               I know your music;
I feature the shut it disperses to meet.

Me to shape with paper twisted,
tension in sleep;
Me to see yet be, and I swear silken--
breath I roll plain to strain door locks.

I, the familiar scent of apart;
I reach for tendons and body.
What to you new compels dreaming,
dissolves worlds, ropes on figures.

I note fingers in the memory;
I name strings
as I and anonymous meet.
I am side-followed, a draw that's easing--

so hear delusion dimensions
and my shoulders close.
Know I am
when our sheets tighten--

we became your outer and quickly learned air
carried between creases and folds.

You are a heat I discern as striving,
and where I see blossoms focus I wander
as a one-and-convinced forget,

until we stand near to plains,
    entrance doors.

This natural standing between,
                                                    that inner between us
and what lingers where I can't descend--
my too-present vibrating sides fastened elegantly.

Android Network (Altered Dadaist Poem)

Status-conscious challenges

application.

Motorola-supported

according    purchasing    finding

                                                      of Smart-phone networks.

                                                   Some network.

Google a different android

with hardware

                         of years,

cameras without consumers

           as animations of phones.

Phones since Google's 200,000 company

200,000 cameras

      appealing something

      operating frustrating benefit

      amid androids

                                 as Phones phones.

Bonanza has par

like slide-introduced Eric-- |    |

                                        |    | the higher

                                                 handset.

App-filled consumers--

    Androids--     Android thoughts in 4G.

(Winter 2010)

Cello (Experimental)

Me to shape with paper twisted,

tension in sleep; find a bare wall.

Me to see yet be, and I swear silken--

breath I roll plain to strain door locks.

The strings of weave, final and emerging--

crane-coiling. My eyes darkened

to each. I know your music;

I feature the shut it disperses to meet.

Hear the delusion dimensions

and my shoulders close;

Know that I am when our sheets tighten--

we became your outer and quickly learned air

you carried between creases and folds.

You are a heat I discern as striving,

and where I see blossoms focus I wander

as a one-and-convinced forget,

until we stand near to planes--

entrance doors.

I note fingers

in the memory; I name strings

as I and anonymous meet.

I am side-followed--

a draw that's easing,

with nothing lacing my eyes.

I, the plain familiar scent

of apart. I reach for tendons and body.

What to you new compels dreaming,

dissolves worlds, roped figures.

I, this natural standing between,

that inner between us

and what lingers where I can't descend--

my too-present vibrating sides are fastened elegantly.

(Winter 2010)