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2020 Breaking Muse Poems Six Pack

Wild Horses

The sign
It says
“Please stay at Home”

Forget your car
Forget your bones

In their closets
They must stay

All your ambition’s
(Fears) —put away

At least for now
At least today…

——

This first time directive
We can collectively recall
To just do nothing
To sit in our stalls

But these American
Mustangs are getting
Restless

We like to roam
We like it breathless

We just don’t know just what to do
When we’re told to stay home
Until this is through

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2020 American Place Breaking Muse Poems Six Pack

Canned Goods

Fragile
[boxes]
Bounded up
De-coupling—
Social
Distancing—

Uncomfortable

Pauses

As to what
Qualifies
As normal.
Needing
Canned
Laughter

for
Comfort
Food.

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2020 Albuquerque American Place Breaking Muse Garden Psalms New Mexico Poems

fresh starts

Yearning
Clamshells
Open slow
With a
Lazy
Yawning
Frond
Unwound

Reaching
Tendrils
Unfurled
Revealing
Future
Colors
Of long
Summer’s Day.

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2020 Albuquerque American Place Breaking Muse New Mexico Poems Six Pack

TP Quarantine

Lockdown
Quarantine
“Keep the door shut.”

Practice
“Social distancing”
Do not touch!

Wash your
Hands for
Twenty seconds

Swab and
Daub and Wipe
down surfaces!

Don’t forget
Don’t touch
Your Faces!

Though we
Won’t need
No toilet paper

For one
Or two
Weeks more

It doesn’t
really matter
‘Cause there’s none left

At
The
Store

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2020 Albuquerque American Place Breaking Muse Garden Psalms New Mexico Poems

Cold Slice

Southernly winter Sun
Rises slow, casting
Angular shadows sideways
To the north

Cold morning fires burn
A smoky film releasing
Over the city, creeping
Down the valley

As the day progresses
Mountain’s depth revealing
Ridges and crevaces opening
To the warmth

Cold slice of Watermelon

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2020 Ars Poetica Breaking Muse Garden Psalms Poems

Burst Your Bubble

My head, it splits
Like waves on
The barren shore
Bubbling oxygenation
As the brack
Settles into sand
And air escapes
Once again, gurgling
Out of the semi-solid surface.
My inspiration
Captured in bubbles
For brief moments — real!
In the end, a burst
Of emptiness, vapid dreams
Hollow constructions
Radiating energy but
Alas — empty…
These words, all that remain
Of the membrane of H2O
Clinging together desperately,
Delicately capturing a
Breath of life and then
Exuberantly
Exhaling it to the world.
Captive for one moment
Before being shared with
Every living thing.
The poem, the word of being.

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2019 Ars Poetica Breaking Muse Poems

Do it

Write me something
Make it quick
Make it quicken
Make it thick
Phat with meaning
Pierce the soul
Get right to it
Start a scroll
Share your story
Tell a tale
Paint a picture
Be angry, yell
Just do it, damnit!
Give us your words
We’ll run the gamut
Beautiful to absurd.
Yes, write me a poem
Write it good, right it bad
Present us with something
Mad, glad or fad.

“Are you done with this?”

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American Place Ars Poetica Breaking Muse Footnotes Why

Command and Conquer

As I have been going through my recent practice and development of form, you will see a recurring capture of language. To some it may sound like I have some love for the cliche. But, I am drawing from William Carlos Williams here. I want to document the language. Capture the most common and local forms of reference. In my case that’s a southwestern mashup of red neck American English and Mexican Spanish.
I assure you it is intentional and if it’s off putting, good. Then, I’ve got your attention. Place without people is speechless.

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2019 Ars Poetica Breaking Muse Footnotes Poems Why

A poem

A poem
Is a feast for strangers
From the future
A poet is a fortune teller
From the present
Seemingly prescient
Presently misunderstood.

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2019 American Place Arizona Breaking Muse Garden Psalms Poems

Finger Thunder

Finger Thunder
Lightning-rod tremolo
Crack of rosewood ripped
From the smooth
glossy finish
of the Semple
Stringy vibrato
Struck by perfect nail
Out of control
Sounding
Complete
Domination
Of structure
Dissident
dissonance
Rolling into
The beautiful
Thunderous
Rhythms of
Desert whispers