Sunday, November 29, 2009

Don Kingfisher Campbell

BEFORE THE DELUGE

there is a smell
of moisture in the air

it fills my nostrils
touches my arms

with cool pleasure
of presence/presents

like getting ready
to jump into

an unchlorinated pool
until that first drop

hits the skin
distracts me

a gentle poke
and I wonder

do these water balls
sink through

my protective layers
I feel wetness

soak my hair
I'm like a dog

wag my invisible tail
stick out my tongue

yet I'm also wearing
clothes in this shower

watch my vinyl jacket
become slick as a street

why--I could do this
at home under the

plastic vibrating head
but it wouldn't be

the same as being
surrounded by trees

all merrily taking in
the pummeling

beside me standing
near the darkened

sidewalk seeing
asphalt turn black

sky a wholly thick
cloudy mass

miles across
while I am

one stalk of many
collecting

like a cactus
on the outside

still lake on the in
where 75% of my body

holds, understands
the majesty of absorbing

the same elements
I was born of


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Friday, November 13, 2009

Scott Kaestner

wave / life



until you reach a monopolized catharsis

miraculously the glow of persuasive yellow moon

pulls you thru an almighty ebb n’ flow...



then at the very apex of your existence

a fast crash precedes an even faster descent

end up buried in the sands upon a salty shore...