single observations, no reservations

half after 4' o clock
Dr and Mrs present
their daughter
to join the hand of
him
of
Mr and Mrs


its half after 3' o clock
and her heart
tick tocks
in milli seconds, multiple like
bird flocks

tis not i who weds on this day
nor, later, in this way
sure as a sun ray in gray january

i sit single with a jingle and
bright star shines thru my tree

boxer #1

in one week
about 7 days
eye might turn to
the right
corner of the ring
in sweat, blood and saliva
sing

memories
seeing me more ease
-ily, with you
(silly now)

distance,
pow pow
hits
me hard

yeah

Dred Loc Rasta

lock me

into

your

open eye


--

the key be

in your

open palm

i know

Powell Poems 11-22-08: 4/4

what the hell race?
your always in one

-----

family of humyn

-----

rush race fast pace cunning chase
out of breath
and
first place

-----

You must let out the madness
trust me y’ll be restless
until you cast the burning
thumping
swaying
crest beast best
out
like a bird
from its nest *

or:
out like a bird
from the ground, back to her nest

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i have no qualms with
one of my palms
holding this black page balm
pen

when the symphony
engenders such ken
-----

shh its starting

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baldheads
holding glasses
necks adorned
scarves console shoulders
department store bras
not on sale
suits custom tail-
ored
no out of place word
out the mouths of the married
men and women
(affairs now and then)
in rooms of big houthes
orgasms out of lypo lips
uplifted cheeks
and tummy tweaks
and a new call from breasts’ beaks
sagging will not be
ragging on their
nagging old age

now, a handful of you might be
a sage
vets, docs, ceos, beaus
at one time
now, me with a pen
‘tis you i limn ‘n mime

(you know i paid no dime
for this ticket o’mine)

-----
teach me w/ yr song
way a bird does her young

-----

reach out, try. dont ask how when where or why.

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be into it. totally. truly. committed.
like jesus-sell all and follow me
this is what he means
look at the violinist
she dropped everything but herself
and carries her bow and violin cross
every stage flossing between truth teeth

shes boss of her
shes boss of us
reigning
and taking out the junk that stains

chew on this
sound
it turns the world roung:
love
passion
life

----

boat carried along in the current
yet going upstream
seems to be the best choice
to choose

-----

symphony orgy
organic, charismatic
crescendo
innuendo (you know)
and, solo
and, all go
climax!!!!!!
sound syntax
friends of public arts, we thank you
with the sweat from our backs

-----

sweet like
candle burning on woodenslab table
or in a window, frost, first snow
tea, stepping inside home
sometimes
moment body lays in bed
the second
before worries, conversation, or sleep
-----

these measures
trigger
the digger to rig
the shovel into the soul-levels
of compost and ash and regeneration
organic narration of nitration
earth sensation no explanation
just holes
for wells
with bells
on top to toll
for whom?
for me...

----

sunrise
faint glowing glimpse
rising like boats rowing
up stream

-----

dont crack yr neck
dont sneeze

you can breathe
arrive on time
make as much noise as a mime
add a lime- to yr drink
can fancy, reflect, roam and think

but
if you come to the brink
of bri (noise)
make the right choice
dont dare hoist yr bod nor voice
into the air



what if
they danced
while playing

without band stands
page turning hands
paper with company brands


freedom

thinking and cavorting and thinking
standing and floating
with their
all together noting
sounds beyond earths’ bond

----

mh mwen renmen ou...
mache lwen m. ou...

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act of sitting still
no motion
cannot be done without potion

----

cold to bone bold
thought
that wrought me
to be sought
not packaged bought
a winter sea black
wave, also sought
for journey-venture
and...