A Smooth Straight Zip

Today I left work an hour earlier,
still, I did
an 8 1/2 hour day. I didn’t need
to leave
early, but there’s a lip-sync
rehearsal an hour
after normal finishing-time and I
have the urge… I could feel it
would be the day I bring the
loose
un-poemed verses together
while high on the first
three coffees, like a cowpoke
in a two hour wrangling
return the stragglers
and join them
with the herd.

It is not the high marshmallowing
cloud I know of in Texas, but fog,
a long gluminous snake
when I look from the rocker
by the window, on the flat blue
ocean
and up against the land
over the few meters blasted
to make the highway
like what I know of California
sharing the fault, mountainous
upthrust
crinkled special by friction
and we populate, alter, and go
through
our herdings, hardy with
escape
scenarios, tubular swarms of
movement,
one person is all it takes
to start a ball rolling, one
composer to change how we
listen
to the symphonic, a single
anybody
passionate enough, who is
a transient
constant of reflection, sameness,
& change.

Indeed: even this close, existence
is a comfort
and a curse of recognition; shaping
our mouths
to the verse of better singers, aware
of the spotlights, caution,
fear,
concern, Canadian orphans, at dawn,
you’ll feel the join?, the golden,
rosy mornings
of monarchy visited on the
commoners,
the bottom torn from childhoods
unprotected
from the janus mercy on high, the
complicit
conSTABulary—late apologies,
botched
troubled inquiries, G
Hallett’s ‘Blackmailers…’ it looks
calculated, determined
by necessity of fuel and
motivation precisely
to a spot, date, time, but not if
you look at the sperm,
ka-ziggly zoom, hardly
something there
to amount to much,
globs made of worms, those
made of codes, that made of spirals
spirals made of movement, movement
like the happy of the moon
to have somewhere to park…A
life
in walking distance. What of the
fabulous
spans of achievements?, the clean
spark plugs of momentum?
momentum on course, a
consequence…

Undeniably above it, the sky
webs, diptera
aeronautic, you Agreement, you
uneasy
inner marriage—the horse wants
in the carriage,
the head, upon the coin, the last
word
has: the specie, & its currency,
want to spread & double, dominate or
half, and halve it all, this
space, this seek a
spoken mode of true dominion
on this alpha-planet—located
where it joins
a greater system, not of words,
blood, & sacrifice—
the family kind, where the artist
chugs
away, at minimum wage, to buy
the ones
he loves differently some nice
surprises,
short holidays of good food and
movies,
a new game, brand shoes, a
hoody
with a smooth straight zipper.

 

 

 

 

2 thoughts on “A Smooth Straight Zip”

  1. Hi Dean, a piece of classic ‘Dean’, is all I can say….that seems so brilliant, those ‘unpoemed verses’ you run up like runaway steers and herd into the poem, a ‘Howl’ from sperm to zipper….

  2. I have just re read the poem in my cell phone format and prefer the new forced line breaks so I will repost after work in a different shape.

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