Mo Ditties

United Airways Napkin Ditty

White blister build and bubble-sud sear

Islands adrift on the sea

Drop cookies spread

On a lead-crystal bed

Flat on the wrap of invisible air;

Oh, see below

As lake Ontario

Floods the sky

With a backward rain

Pneuma Soup:
The clouds
clip, clip, climb
In minute hand time.

Blinded:

He steals a peek

Through a hole in the wall

we call the sun.

The Code:

A seed is power

Spewing tower

Stink, or weed,

or common flower.

Willows are waterfalls in the round,

Pines are pinnacles pouring down.

Rocks are quadriplegic deaf-mutes, heavy with praise.

Cricket and cicada calling

A walling falling on dawn --

Black-audio, rainbow snow

Falling like a blizzard in my ear.

The trees of the Lord
fall upward, into predestined form
They tumble in the freedom
of the open-wind and warm,
But even molecules of oak
Know,
when they reach
into the liberty of air,
they dare not reach like elm.

Arkansas :

The trees are thick and stiff

Like hair on a hot brown hound -

And we be fleas between the shafts.

“Author” ( from the on-the-napkin” series):

He made the plankton
Polly-dust of sea;
But we killed
the author of life.



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