Sunday, May 26, 2019

Robert Lee Haycock writes


The King is in his counting house
Sleeping in a storefront
Pocket full of dream
Under cardboard mountain
By a urine stream
Four and twenty hours
Hell is always nigh
Brother
Sister
There but for the grace of God
Go I
Related image 
 
Cardboard sculpture of a human outlinelying down

Jack Scott writes

 Two Shadows

I do not doubt you; 

I am doubting me. 
Waiting is heavy lifting. 
Unrelieved pain is pain, 
clenching fingers against themselves
(I knead. . . I need) 
metal fatigue of bony springs.

The landscape is Dali: 

one where two should be, 
but with two shadows.
There are too many pricks 

and 
not nearly enough balloons
The Invisible Sleeping Woman, Horse, Lion, 1930 by Salvador Dali
Invisible Sleeping Woman, Horse, Lion -- Salvador Dalí

Saturday, May 25, 2019

Vitaliy Mashchenko paints

What Sees the Window

 

David Norris writes


Cupid's Bow
 
I haven’t been happy
enough to dance
since the last time
I did it, 30 years ago

Oh, I’ve danced
with some pretty women
I’ve watched them move
the way they do

You see, I was with a woman
walking drunk
through some woods
Later, we drove home at 35 mph

And that was on the interstate highway

Of course I was going
to leave her alone that night
Until she told me
I wanted to see her panties

And I did
She stood there by the kitchen sink
and peeled down the tops
of her jeans in 1971

They were black and
I don’t like black panties
on a woman
but she was just a girl

God I still tremble
when I say her name
She had a Cupid’s Bow mouth
painted her room in purples and white

But that is not why she
she was so unique
She was a painter
and she was a Catholic

Terry, I have revealed
your name and still no
one knows who you are
standing in the cornfields

He was a good boy
and he loved you in spite of
what happened
You got raped

Then he loved you and left
to go in the army
and he went to Germany
and he bought a sports car for the two of you

It was red like the passion
in the blood running
in your veins
when I kissed you

And then you said, “Yes,”
and then utterly told me “No!”
and then completely turned cold
Love is not a cheap word

It just becomes devalued
It depreciates like a fixed asset
Some invest in gold
Some believe in lead

And it’s in my feet
They won’t lift off the floor
I lose my balance
When I stand on one leg
Girl with Braids
Girls with Braids -- Wladyslaw T. Benda

Jeremy Seligson writes


6.

F
L
O
W
E
R
S





Wish
            I
                        had
                                    some~
                                                one

                                     to
                                                share
                                                            blossoms        
                                                                        with ~

            “Well,
                   how
                             about
                                      you?”


Nightingale
                        whistles
                                                for

                                                            naughty
                                                          plum
                                                                    blossoms
           



Tonight,
          he
                   cries
                             out
                                   
            long
                        and
                                    high

                    ever
                                    so
                                                sweetly

                                    for
                                                the
                                                            other’s
                                                                        cry


                                    Old
                                                guy
                                    drunk
                                                on

                        plum
                             blossom
                                      wine
                       
            stumbles
                        through
                                    the
                                                shrubs

            for
                   steamy
                             blossoms

                       


          Sweet
Cherry
                        lets
            down

                        her
            long
                        white
            hair

                  


                                    Cherry
                        drops

            a
                        message
                                    of

                                      Peace
                                                on
                                      Earth

                                    for
                                                us


            Just
                        lean
                                    on

                        cherry
                             blossom
                    trunk

                                    write
                                                this
           



            Sweet
                        Cherry
                                    sways,
           
                                                “Hug
                                                me,
                                                          sir !

                                    Squeeze
                                                my
                                                            heart
                                                                        out!!!”


                        She
            puckers
                        up                                           
                                    pink
                                                petals,

                        Kiss
                             me,
                                       quickly!”


            She
                        lowers
                                    arms,

                   “Charming
                             sir,

                                                now,
                                    shall
                                                we                   
                                                            make
                                                                        love?”


  
                                                 White
                                                Buddha

                                                            steps
                                                            back,
                                                            s h y


                                    Sit
                        quietly
                                    on
                                                grass
                                   
                                                 Dandy
                                                           lion
                                                seeds 
                                                                        drift
                                                                                    by

                                                Stand
                                                            up

                                                           


            Tip~
                        toe
                                   
                                    to
                                                kiss
                                               
                        Miss
                             Garden
                                        Rose


                   Dew~
          drops

                        on
                                    mous~
                                                tache

            a
                   la
                             Rose

Georgia O Keeffe Painting - Series 1 No 8    by Georgia O'keeffe
Series 1 No 8 -- Georgia O'Keeffe