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YOUR OWN VOODOO Guy Kettelhack (GuyBlakeKett) THE SNAKES HAVE TAKEN OVER D. Ouellet SUN: A HAIKU SEQUENCE Ram Krishna Singh (profrksingh)
What is this thing I’ve got for framed
fragility? These captured butterflies?
Someone interrogated me today about
precisely what I think I’m doing when
I send my creatures out – what do I want
from their recipients? – silence, praise,
critique – or some completely unrelated
greeting? Why do I snatch the fleeting
and incipient – and then affix it to
the strangling death of screen and page?
Is this some psychoanalytically explicable
hostility or rage? Asserting I do not require
response to all my powdery and wriggling
missives – so explicitly confessional
and tenuous! – is surely disingenuous.
Why won’t I name them what the world
purports to call them: ‘poems’?
Because they’re golems! – crafted from
my blood and clay – a vast incarnate
breathing play: specious argument to me –
casuistry! – to call this any version I have
ever heard of ‘poetry.’ It’s more like
entomology – or making monster movies.
As for what I’d like you all to do, I haven’t
any clue. Unless you’d like to make
your own voodoo. (That’d show ‘em! Go
ahead and call it, if you’d like, a poem.)
The
snakes have
taken over,
coil and hiss,
leather wound,
tethered tongue
pulled
taut
in iambic
knots,
venom
seeps
and
slithers,
lulling
senses
in sly
siren
songs.
I would
shake
a burning
meter
stick
at the
mass of
writhing
syllables
that
torment
the
rambling
caverns
of my
stanza
soaked
sleep
deprived
mind.
A sweating sun
after the midnight chill—
changing hues of spring
The sun conceals
aeons of darkness planets
mirror in the sky
The sun not yet set
but the full moon rises
as if in a hurry
Two dreamy eyes
await the rising sun
through the fogged window
With sunrise
gone to sleep
the morning moon
Setting sun
leaves behind sparkles
on the waves
A dot
on the sun’s head:
venus
The sun rolls
on the waving Ganges
whitens love-hope
Awaits the sunrise
in the chilly Ganges
a nude worshipper
Closing its eyes
in the setting sun—
the Ganges in autumn
Safe from sun
under nascent leaf
a small fish
In the changing hues
of rainbow in the east:
sun and lightning
Puppies groping
for the tits of our doggy
relaxing in sun
Basking in the sun
files nails in garden chair
my wife’s friend
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