You've been selected for a complimentary psychic reading.

for mario.

 

 

 

The mouse on the D-Con sticky trap said some things I just cant repeat here.

Things about power

 

about the tender aroma of peanut oil; to be near, in time, as a guest to a proclamation.

On being enchanted by dusk.

 

About how home can be crowded. About how it grows silent when a loved one fails to return.

About fraudulent intent.

 

About burning down infested villages. About a plutonium bomb thru which easy ash

blankets the blind ground.

 

About being burned alive. About the binding of bones. About screams recognized as the

slowest pain. About being pitiful.

 

About hiding in dark corners. About the invention of cause.

About walking alone with the Greek moon goddess portrayed as a virgin huntress.

 

About being poor (as). About being poor (and). About a large family. About

an assembly of others.

 

About having to forage for food. About empathetic references. About fanatical motives.

About being poisoned. About laughing when Stalin died/. About his mouth,

 

his cracked lips parted as he lay in his capsule of pain. About how Sagitarians, in their

ever eternal search for wisdom, are just unemotional psychopaths.

 

About the fable of the afterlife. About the juggle of good judgment. About

forgiving his little heart as he shuts his somber gaze down.

 

About being too proud to cry out. About being too ardently pathetic.

About an uncle lost on the Titanic.

 

(about what poetry means)

 

About all the others lost the way of

silos in the Oklahoma dust bowl. "Don't waist your time on me" he said. I

 

am you and you are me, the only difference being

I know when to share my secrets with the myth of Dickinson;

 

thumbing thru here crepe shadows as she folds

her  lonesome  flags of love in those  stingy, dark  American Squares.

Reviews

[W.k.kortas]

I suppose you could say "Well, I see a little Don Marquis here, and maybe a bit of Ginsburg there, perhaps a smattering of Kerouac, and I thought I saw some Pynchon over by the corner", but the fact is that nobody else is writing anything like this, but you are and amen for that.

[Emily B]

oh, wow . . . the power of the word, well it could crush a soul, carbon turned into diamonds

thank god for poets

[writing mojo]

micro-ism is very much macro-ism...and this (About) poem, sums up those with interstellar traveler consciousness whom promoted from spirit have strong enough bones to stay between those gravity invitationals..that can crush and keep everything against the skin float..

[Marie Anzalone]

I think that the reason we do not sit more often and contemplate our actions is that the logical conclusions we would all come to are too horrific for words. You and I are both gifted (cursed?) with the gift of logical conclusions so refined it might as well be a psychic premonition. What is your secret for living with it? Is it to put it all down, as fast as you can, a cleansing the poison form the system? One could mistake the observations of your insight for almost scientific dispassion, but I know better. There is a passion so deep under this surface that it would threaten to crush whatever it fixed upon with the power of its love, unless that thing were made with a skeleton of palladium. I feel your ache, my friend. I wish had words of my own fine enough to reflect it.

[Tree]

There is a rhythm to this piece quickened by the word "About" that dominates and takes root at
almost every stanza. Then it became a domino like-effect where one stanza fell atop another, creating even more energy... I have to agree with kort, nobody is writing poetry like you right now. I read a lot including many of today's published poets, and the only other poet I've ever come across that reminds me even a tic of some your pieces, is E. Knight. But your work is more exploratory, meaning deeper; more vast

We are lucky to have you in our midst, D

Well done.

[Horizon K.]

(about what poetry means)

The title is perfect for this piece ... Anyone could find little pieces of themselves threaded throughout this. Whether or not they admit, is another question-- maybe that is where the poet comes in, who will peel themself open and find each human nuance and a way to express it... I don't need a psychic, we should say, just a free pen ...

A lovely piece, dana

[Delmar Cooper]

I think you were struck in the head by a bolt of something highly charged and enigmatic. I think you are probably still smoking from this and you will smell the burnt hair in your nostrils for a long time. That is what I think and I have a question. Where were you standing when this happened, and is there room for two?

[jacob erin-cilberto]

fifth line did you mean "loved one fails..."? "Don't waste your time..."?
sorry, the English teacher in me.

god i love this...
"i am you and you are me and we are all together"

and we are all getting un-together as we annihilate each other...with bombs and such.

through man made disasters and nature's disasters, ...

and i like the line about "unemotional psychopaths" those who are so busy thinking they aren't living.

and Dickinson shared but didn't...she is almost a myth herself...a riddle that can't be figured out...
we poets are all that, in a way aren't we? Living in poetic shadows. Much of our love, just a fantasy.

jacob