Going our own way Together

I’M

drum solo

unburied from the ashes of a pit fire,

hand painted instruments in hand,

headed north to join

IMUNURI

poets,

in the cascades of their lives,

(UN)der

Mt. Hood

to blow cornets  in Portland 

neighborhoods

to pitch our words 

into Northern Light

mutations of our poetry

incense burning tonight.

U-R-I

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IMUNURI

A gathering heard

in Northern cafes,

online weekly

in Richmond CA

in Portland OR

in Taos NM

prompted by lively  writer spirits

to play with words

to pen poems

to riff together

now the song ends after

one last chorus

“Going our own way Together”

Adios Imunuri

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and an echo of an earlier post (from Drum Solo)

The Finish Line

breathless at last/

happy to have left

a few poems behind the

finish line

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And the White Ginger is about to Bloom

“This will be a hard thing that I am going to tell you”

and with a shrimp taco (in red sauce) in front of me

R. told me how he had been to the top of the hospital parking lot a couple of times to look down and see how far he would fall if he went over the ledge and that two weeks ago he bought a half gallon of vodka that he carried up there with the intention of seeing if he uncapped and drank some he would gain enough courage to jump

“R. you gotta call Psych and tell them this and text me you called in”

and he apparently did as I received a text from R. that intake would be the next day

And the white ginger is about to bloom

the giant dahlia is above the deck communing with night blooming jasmine

the persimmons are turning gold/orange

big black “O” the barn cat finishes his perimeter check, sits in the deck door opening

and the white ginger is about to bloom.

Hopped UP

                                                

Hopped up

Came down

Ears flapped

Same foot

Pogo sticky left

Behind

Written on it:

"Right to bare arms"

W/ thanks to my Muse

Broken Eggs

cottage built of old pallets

fruit case ads bleed thru yellowed kitchen ceiling

must/dust cat fur on room rug,

walls bare, except 

Egyptian wall hanging spattered with egg yolk

 Horus weighs a (Red) heart against a feather (Blue )

burn marks on wall 

reflect indoor bottle rocket launches

induced haunts

upstairs one hot room before, 

only furniture a metal four-post bed

four more stairs lead up to a (duck!) short opening to a small room with a child size mattress

bay breeze drafts through windowless space

chills the day after

no window left unbroken

Fractal self

Scent of Orange

since…sun/set

call to prayer fade out

on shores south of here

old ring in my ear left behind…

seated back on chair in Crete

silent cup before me

night/time

feet still…in sandals

lantern now to light

speech less

color gone grays

ahh…somehow

orange blossom scent carried here

 (though no breeze)

ENVELOPED

 in orange blossom scent carried here

 (though no breeze)

held in air

nostrils sway for more

tongue tastes 

last sun/set’s orange

light gone to fragrance

ahh…somehow

orange blossom scent carried here…

Tai-chi Haiku

Palm on puma head

Hold self in mirror image

Step out into world

Museum list poem

List poem found on museum wall simultaneous to Daniel posting prompt for listpoem. From Asian Art Museum show "Gorgeous"

My Mountain List

Summit 

dragon flies 

raccoon with young’ un at drinking fountain

Juniper Trail 

breeze

no water campsite

drought ended spring

fly buzz louder than ears ringing

oak scent

Wind Rock Caves

graffiti

names gone by

dates passed up

parched couple

guy asks me

“Come to carve your name?”

Random Time Travel - from object to slogans to titles

snapped shut oxygen deprived

snapped open/ flint struck flame tall

zippoed either way

close shave that crow stunt

stolen covers

left little boy open to bad dreams

at watch for jumpers 

his brain leaps to 

more graven falls

out drummed below

 film crew skeletons atop double decker bus

celluloid carnivores

crank cameras out of time

no better than chained bear walkers

tight roping

bicycle passenger locked in app

sidecar-ing 

wearing

high leather laced boots

red and yellow

stickers on

master locked

messenger bag

announce

“Leave the clothes off animals”!

“This aint the Summer of Love!”

big wheels

pedaling smelling salts

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Future Poem Titles

zippoed either way

out drummed below

tight roping

pedaling smelling salts

A Visitor

welcome mat

woven or rubber

door may be open 

door may be closed

matters not

step through or up against

feet square 

key under 

“come on in”

“come to stay?”

Is desire a trump card?

Dead calm

Dead Calm

Parle de ses doigts a fusil

(speak of your trigger fingers)

billboards

shapes/sizes

shoes/color

        walks

haircuts/bangs

lengths gone

over the lines

longer thans

vanishing horizons

gulf streams

obsessions

ceaselessness

la langue qui s’enlarge

(the tongue that grows)

la faim sans vide

(the bottomless hunger)

a mime in a rowboat

dead calm

Gathering Herd

Mint-breathed Creature saga continued

a pasture

to invite others to

enjoy & gather in

may lead to a mint-breathed creature

crossed with  a four legged labordite (hairless, thin skinned, large brained)

& then who will greet the world in their aftermath

ENTER

Le Bagondelle (only commonality four legged)

quick witted & drama driven

with a passion for red poppies

Mint-breathed creature’s love had no reserve &

Mate held back no touch (such luxurious long curly hair Baggie wore)

Ah what a spoiled childhood Le Bagondelle indulged...

Ether Undone

Ether Undone 

seeds in envelope

loose round, unlocked echo

stretched note, soft coat

Pantone Poem

 Pantone Poem

shade only known in dream

without sewing thread seam

sifted sans flour

shifted sands hour

characters chronologically mixed

rainbow not fixed

step on stage in no order

script has no border

lose their place

only to be replaced

by best forgotten

Uneasy

     Uneasy

I do not cross the street to get a closer look (to menace, intrude)

I am able to not write that scene to continue 

in this 

uneasy

knowing a Camus moment is possible

an alignment of geological pressures coinciding

one one thousand is enough to realize to shift the focus quickly (to not dwell, not obsess)

take the finger off the trigger the eye from the object change the subject (not subject)

accept distrust of the solidity of the earth we stand on

allow the possible breach, an opening unexpected

a trembling rumbling inevitable but not time predictable

step off the curb with a surety the next earthquake will be felt

Ascendant Face

                                                            

back then

Blue ice glacier

  stretches to Tasman sea

   truly touches salted waters.

Cherry colored moths

  plunge wings toward

   surf’s self mire

  dip down waiver

   as vapor rises

    saved insect bathers.

Frozen mass 

 receded through rain

   forest millennium

900 feet upslope

’til today

helicopter tourists

 in yellow sunglasses

         & 

blazing green parkas

 ice pick vacationeers  

  chisel away

   at Franz Josef’s 

    ascendant face.

    

Ends at water's edge

Ends at Water’s Edge

flame seeks soul's timber 

licks blazing lips hers

seeks blast-furnace of turmoil mine

mingled light and heat sapper 

consumes free standing member

singes myrrh incensed she furs

resins labdanum smoke chased pine

agitate rampage fear lapper

accelerate caisson pull limber

sleazy limbo nylon a fire lure

fueled up to water’s edge our affinity line

tap-root scorched hollow taper capper.