I am resting with a bowl of oatmeal
Not in a hurry to get anything done.
The day has yet to begin,
Where it will lead I do not know
But it is full of promise.
I rest in the joy of my anticipation,
Stasis on a Saturday morning.
I could learn to live like this,
Reclining and watching the aimless sky
To be filled with forgiveness.
The Harvest Wagon by TheGreatSpyExperim, literature
Literature
The Harvest Wagon
The eye follows the farmer, girdled by a cloud
He raises his whip in the moment of action
And it herds the sun, some bolt of lightning
Snarling, Hermes asserts its position
That has been tarried by its silken ears.
Always, our despairing claims of place and position
Eager to reach the center of the universe.
The thunder will die down, sick of our arrogance
His golden load will shred to hay
In the harsh voices of his wife and children
The animals bleating in his yard
And the rattling of feed trays to be filled.
The painter hears the fury of the horses
Sings quietly with the envious storm.
The poet emerges to the rustling of long grass
Beate
In the Middle of the Mojave by TheGreatSpyExperim, literature
Literature
In the Middle of the Mojave
garish colours in a sandbox
and the deep Carolina blue sky
that has seen all
arched its back overhead
and watched
as the current flicked out
and the beds of the pools started
drying
the yucca here are special
you cannot touch them
they feel like straw
they bend a little
and crinkle
the dust motes on the concrete land come from above
there is dust everywhere
dirt.
the parched concrete floor is white and
marbled with dust-banks
places where the wind
reached down to slow itself
as it careened through the
empty spaces.
you can see the gaps in between slabs
places dotted where foliage began to
soak through.
they are wrinkles.
filled with sixty
World-Esteem
(Noun)
1. Rating one's surroundings from 1-10; the scale misleadingly missing a maximum, having grossly underestimated the human superpowers of comparison and dissatisfaction.
2. Thinking well of one's situation but always hitting a glass ceiling; Indistinct urge to peak optimistically accompanied by impossibly dense seed of doubt nestling somewhere dark. Symptomatic of smiling too hard for too long. Disproportional to candor.
3. Chivalrous attempt at consoling oneself.
4. Not evident in children who hold up Harry Potter books awaiting their Hogwarts letters.
Once again I existed in different states
With one foot in the di
White Stairwells by TheGreatSpyExperim, literature
Literature
White Stairwells
I
Receding birdcalls of a corner stairwell.
Sullen pipes heaving upward on metal elbows, dim vines.
Contained in surreal submarine-portholes,
The foliage outside stirs the air and shutters the white sun,
Run-down old shack with its generator quietly spinning,
Open windows feeding these shelves lizard excrement.
I remember how we met, how calmly.
II
Three months of anticipation in classrooms end.
One hundred people filling in a lonely theatre.
The chronic fidgeting grows worse.
The fat pigeons overreact at crumbs and lever their wings, so happy.
Aggravated teachers shout passively at students with their eyes
during the assembly. ORDER.
A Plausible Prediction by TheGreatSpyExperim, literature
Literature
A Plausible Prediction
In the free-roaming space between tasks
you attend my thinking
the way you show up unannounced at school,
an arm or a leg sticking out under sheets
of ruggedly romantic travel destinations that
i've already made plans for,
or discretely painted into magnetic works of art that burrow
all the way through your skin making you conscious of
your stewardship of your life,
and if that isn't magnanimous enough,
yours alone.
You brush against me and hit a buried, dumbed-down nerve.
I am silently conscious of the distance that is to come between us-
what all this will mean when we feel the attraction of
our variant flight paths arou
Boy Whose Parents First Wedded The Doubts They Kep by TheGreatSpyExperim, literature
Literature
Boy Whose Parents First Wedded The Doubts They Kep
When he comes home he comes in without knocking.
He is a thin wisp slipping into the still cavity of a house, leaving behind a thread woven from misplaced items.
A delicate heat signature.
He is a cat laboriously dusting its hair over furniture, waiting for some suffocated heart to show itself, leap, and sneeze.
Progressing through the sheet of snowfall
you'll find a spilled a teal forest whose
tips bleed out in branch veins and seep
into the cold fibres of the parchment sky.
An inkwell spreading its inky feet in the snow.
far below the houses have black stone windows like pits
and crisp shapes,
like someone boarded over the windows to seal
a secret in. A dangerous, writhing story to tell,
there must be a reason to why the light crawls
and swells around the edges of the pane,
a snowy meniscus
of white against nothing that hurts the vision.
Leave a hero for too long and a summer's home
becomes a clawing icy burden
shut in behind
Gypsy hopefuls once told me,
there are flights leaving for
any destination
at any given instant
Upon sizing up our town with
a fingernail
did you realise how little
our frustrations were?
I spoke about this ineffable feeling
of stepping out of one tub
and into new water.
The hotel was done up nicely,
chandeliers and polished English accents.
Labels aside they still mixed
milk into their coffee
and had toast with jam and butter.
I was living under the impression
that most of the Internet
came from my same slice of city pie,
conveniently forgetting about
the undersea cables.
I loathed the lack of vernacular
sentence s
Written after Harrison
(George Harrison Ford)
His eyes are like a red ring of tiny blossoms
springing from patterned navy beds.
With a sharp twist through the water he fans out behind him
a bouquet of tall violet fronds,
a forest, a ballooning flamenco skirt
tapering white at the edges.
It is hard to tell where the tail ends and the fish starts,
like an enhancement attached all around his body
crowning him,
he is so much lesser without the tail,
so much smaller, just a blue-black comma.
Motionless, suspended in the water with
tissue-paper fins undulating,
he might as well have earned his place beside the
stolid shot glass