we are creatures of...
a time lapse
that digest only in fractions...
about 1/14rh of each second
while 13/14ths escape us...
with respect cause and effects
we love the curiosity of cats but...
lay claim to some inner self image
echoes of creations mythological analogies...
from surviving untold 'centuries of millennias'
of change at least as intelligently as cats because...
human kind survives by asking the right questions
which means we as rational beings have a power to see what is...
within/without by way of practical and abstracted logics
so the 13/14ths of the pi that disappeared right in/of the light of day...
off the eye's 'window sill' without our knowing anything
more about it than rational is our choice over confusion and...
we - who what when where and why - wise dream too much
i mean - buttoned down screwed up reality images of ego...
greed power possession and re-vengance as war to serve...
scam artists profiting off the 'who when where and why' that bows...
some to a what that's supposed to be a good reason for their deaths
stan sand
Categories:
buttoned down, games, grave, history,
Form: Free verse
Red letter days
give birth to each other
like pregnant goldfish.
Once again
the red circled hides its face
on the far side of the fridge.
Dates clog the cyclic notches
on my prayer wheel of anniversaries.
I hear an untimely cuckoo
in every paper window.
I need buttoned down numbers
that don't skid off
the expressway of things to remember
every time I see a squirrel.
Categories:
buttoned down, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Pray for us St. Mushroom of the Holy Sin
Keep our fingers free from sticky things
And safe from anxiety of the open hole
In the middle of the doughnut where it belongs
Deliver us twelve of them but spare the sugar tax
Sin grows in the dark so wickedly delicious
Bury us not without nutritional consideration
Or restrictions on our caloric intake please
Measure not our waistline figures without end
Have mercy on them
Bless us and deliver us from zippers
St. Peyote see fit to stitch our buttons tight
Teach us how to open the safe without explosives
To steal the contents and escape without notice
With shirts intact, fastened from top to bottom
Lost buttons are frowned upon downtown
Deliver us not into high fashion or traffic stops
Let not our mothers dress us funny after we grow up
St. Peyote, trust in us to feed the puppy only pizza
Without mushrooms. Leave them to us
Categories:
buttoned down, appreciation, corruption, food, forgiveness,
Form: Free verse
Bright red clouds in their pastel pastures
Sky so vividly aligned along the shadow blue
Solid ghosts against the heavens
Stretch on the light of morning dawn
Through that which seems like ocean swells
Waves cry but never loudly on the roll
It is too cold for thunder by horizons birth
Called day by any other name predicted
Weather holds but quickly evaporates
The thick division rest on silent stones
On boundaries of Earth and sky less motivated
Sailors look up while buttoned down hatches close
A storm is coming according to their sources
Clouds never lie for long
Never hidden under such conditions
But dance a waltz as rain pours out its soul
Seals their fate unabated
Day breaks that way some times
Categories:
buttoned down, earth, nature, ocean, rain,
Form: Free verse
I prefer my home and family buttoned down
rather than too wild and disorderly,
disheveled and irrational.
I prefer natural order
and shades of color
and dialects
and economic/political vocations
and sequential rules of nutrition-producing order,
and yet wonder, too.
I have been hurt by too much wild
struggling against my too much gay
internal loss of homophobia,
struggling with We fear and Me anger
about my too-wild sexuality,
might self-recruit toward loving bisexuality,
poly and/or meta-sexuality,
a co-arising ecopolitical co-gravitation
without fear and anger lose/lose boundaries
might open my closed-pen
toward boundless win/win love.
Too wild
these fears and angers scare me,
preferring my home and family
more panentheistically transformed
to integrally button down
our polypathic sacred wild.
Categories:
buttoned down, destiny, family, fear, gender,
Form: Parallelismus Membrorum
They would watch, with wild amusement,
as chubby little hands worked furiously, struggling with each button.
Tiny, unskilled fingers loosening, gnawing at them, until the last one was free.
She would wiggle out of her brand new, red velvet coat,
scrambling to play with building blocks and toys.
A capsule in time, that confirms something about her that cannot be tamed...
her pride, stubbornness, and a fierce desire to be
INDEPENDENT!
We are watching in mild discomfort,
as blue veined, arthritic hands work furiously, struggling with each button.
Swollen-knuckled fingers loosening, gnawing at them, until the last one is free.
Slowly, and methodically, she shrugs off the old familiar, wool-tweed coat,
while we patiently wait to enjoy our afternoon tea.
A capsule in time, that confirms something about her that cannot be named...
Is it pride, or fear, or a fierce desire to be
INDEPENDENT?
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For the contest sponsored by Black Eyed Susan: " Buttons "
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Categories:
buttoned down, freedom, people, time, desire,
Form: Free verse
THE ALARM CLOCK GOES OFF
ANOTHER DAY
I AM UP
QUICK SHOWER
COFFEE TOAST AND EGG
TWO TYLENOL
BLUE BUTTONED-DOWN SHIRT
NEW BLUE AND RED STRIPPED TIE
BRIEFCASE AND KEYS
MEETINGS AND PHONE CALLS
LUNCH WITH BILL AND JOE
MORE
MEETINGS AND PHONE CALLS
QUICK DRINK AT CLANCY'S
QUICK DINNER
SETTLE DOWN TO TV
TWO TYLENOL
THEN OFF TO BED
NEVER TO AWAKE
THE ALARM CLOCK GOES OFF
ANOTHER DAY
WITHOUT ME
Categories:
buttoned down, life,
Form: Free verse
Buttoned up to the neck
Forget about me, forget about everything
You say I'm so "up tight" I can't come "unglued"
Well pardon me for being twenty-three
But living has become something of a necessity
Especially for me
The two of us were fine living completely separate lives
Please tell me what's changed!?
I know I've gotten a bit distant
I knew we were headed for disaster
Since the day I told you loving you is like riding a roller coaster
Buttoned down, all the way down
Like an open night gown
Naked, raw & vulnerable
Is this what you wanted?
To see me in my weakest most in-defensive state!?
My heart skips a beat when you're near
I know what I want
And what I want is you lying naked in my bed
I need the touch of your body
To quiet the pounding rhythm in my aching head.
Categories:
buttoned down,
Form: Free verse