Rattle Mind

[judih]

my hollowed skull
rattles with silent blunders
i see, i choke, i blurt
my sounds your sounds
jettison round Mars and Pluto
oh, no, there ain't no Pluto no more
no Pluto, so it goes
Pluto's left us behind

oh, there orbits another mind
gone to a place of no address
wait, where was i?

rattle, rattle, fortune cookied clue
decrypt, encrypt, sub-split autonomy
i think, i dare, i wear my understanding
last year's look
one shot revival

this poet is no genius
this poem ain't no poem
it's a wonder the letters agree to lie straight
crooked thoughts flirt with shy submission
disguised as paragraphs
in tonight's edition

net-tied mortified to admit
hope hides in a grain of sand

dec 29/06

[Indra]

Slim-mast plastered,
in-time rattle minds
crowd the boat and its captain.

[Indra]

And the grains of sand
weigh in in the tons,
hope propagates faster
than oxygen bun
knee habits.
Bad knee rituals,
hard to kick like rice.
Excellent for celebrating,
less like confetti
more like icing.
Slice kings.
K.

[judih]

drunk on emptiness
my cup runneth over
sloshing the new year in blanks
license to kill
lies, bravado, foolishness
kapow
blown down like a brutus to a line-drawn popeye
my eye poppeth out
my blow brutes the bad guy

yeah.
empty mind yields justice and spinach for all.

[cenacle]

drunk on emptiness
cool with long regret
easing into a groove
new
not been tainted
with fear
yet

[Indra]

"...not been tainted
with fear.
yet"

catch the Cadillac powered jet.

finger nails gleam with color from their decorative spice,
while the Asian that cooks
for them sleeps daily and night.

[judih]

decorative spiced fingernail gleam
aloft, alight, spliced with dreams
sleeping daily, walking nights
bumping into shadows and unbolting minds frights

[cenacle]

decorative spiced fingernail gleam
steam in the cosmos says how alive
aloft, alight, spliced with dreams
steam in dreams says how high
sleeping daily, walking nights
how love smiles, how it bites!
bumping into shadows and unbolting minds frights
how everything bites! how it smiles and bites!

[Mark Coburn]

rattle-rattle train
slow movin in the rain
it's a dark thursday morn
and i'm going to baltimore
just perhaps maybe i'll be reborn........