Dreambuckles, Turnpigs & Interpretations of Style
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Relevant poetry.
S Falcon MacDowell
Born in Alabama, S Falcon MacDowell grew up in Louisiana, Mississippi and Missouri, and presently resides in southern Arizona. He has driven trucks and worked shrimp boats, and taught English, history and creative writing at high school and college levels. Interests include hiking and astronomy.
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Dreambuckles, Turnpigs & Interpretations of Style - S Falcon MacDowell
Magic in Real Time
Nothing is about anything.
High voltage electric sparks arc out and fry
Sensitive circuits that cry across dimensions and time.
Solitary symphonic elements defy isolation like crownèd Caesars,
And riots of shuffled elephants won't be
Sorted by tweezers.
Cold science works that way, opening doors
Into arsenals and workshops of unanticipated magic.
Life does not reward one's daily withering chores
With this brutal mix of the low comic and hipster tragic:
Life is magic.
Midnight Blue
Midnight blue―
The pinwheel Milky Way spins over the mountains
Coarse and jagged, irregular edge of a torn and sable sky,
Sweet pungent smell of creosote from yesterday's rain,
Desert spadefoots croaking in a moist, sandy wash,
Soft whuff of bat wings earlier, now past.
Blazing stars, we're born inside a lingering convulsive explosion.
Space and time run on and on, and on and on,
Competing, fighting, murdering for small bits of gold
(79 protons, 118 neutrons, 19.3 g/cm³)
That were squeezed out of ruptured suns
In a forgotten eon.
Let me hold your hand
And gaze back at this night.
Unwasted Unfair Review
cycle warmly blanket them
to revisit oyster beds and dock's end
into waiting cold sea
as cut up echinoderms flung from
highly nutritious and regenerative
but worms themselves are re
In Gardens of Abandoned Dreams
in gardens of abandoned dreams
drained of misery, tender green
tendrils entwine on white trestle
shades. a new crop of wrens sing
for the ones that have fallen while
soft pedal guitar chords float like
smoke on our unsealed words.
you find no potent portents in your
tea cup dregs. the warm pulse of your skin
calls out to one dressed in scarlet and gold,
and skeletons of slaughtered angels are posed
in museums where time dusts old books
and nobody ever goes.
i'd harvest the stars and lay them before you,
a dazzling array of gemstones on
night's velvet pillow, where young
jackrabbits peek out from under olive-gray
sage as dawn's purple rays fold back morning's
grand green stage curtains.
past parades of angry eyes who
measure your days, where
nietzsche plays pinochle with
macbeth and the other cowboys
spit tobacco over cribbage. blue
aproned girls sing mindlessly
and drive their geese from the
well, and you gaze into a black
abyss beyond a great silver
spider web.
Jedidiah and Makeda (Blues Before Breakfast)
I get the blues before breakfast
An' I carry 'em 'round all day
When my pretty baby's gone away
I got more work I gotta do
Then you'd know or guess
It's a bumpy road to travel to success
If I could only kiss her mouth I'd
Stay deliriously drunk all the time
For her lips are sweeter than sweet ruby wine
Strangers with cold shoulders slammin'
'Round, they wanna take me for a ride
An' I'm always swimmin' 'gainst the tide
I'd summon her to my chambers
Heart swelling with gladness, I'd rejoice
In this scrap of eternity that's my choice
This land's guilty crimes'll never
Be purged away but with blood
Seems I'm alone in preparin' for a flood
Now whether does she stray?
Whether rest her flock at noon?
Lookin' for my baby behind every dune
A man needs his helper to share celebration
An' sometimes grieve, but always cleave
Jedidiah had his Makeda and Adam had his Eve
Jewels dangle 'round her eyes and cheeks
Chains of gold encircle her regal neck
With silver studs her wrists I'd bedeck
An' one day a bundle of myrrh I'll be to her
Keep her secrets safe, close-pressed
Sleeping the night in peace between her breasts
I get the blues before breakfast
An' I carry 'em 'round all day
When my pretty baby's gone away
American Twister
i keep fighting my cold war
unmentionable battles uncounted
have gone before. the world's
spinning around in a hand crank
ice cream freezer. remember the los alamos
and jet black safety goggles, and that
sweet, sweet hard corps isotope dust?
gnawing like a beaver on
hard core tradition, gonna
tear this ol' cabin to the ground.
what we need is more audacity:
the audacity to dream of everything
we've been told to scorn.
these continua are pulled apart like
taffy, like string cheese. . .
and everything's snapping,
and everyone's sneezing.
indeterminism follows its own
soulful calculus; anger corrodes
the imagery of established fact,
etches in sparks a new weathered patina
from which an unimagined, abandoned path
of lewis and clark debarks.
must be disconcerting to the mormons
in their cartesian mormon towns
to look around america, that
ouroboros swallowing itself in bits of
bunching up chaos and alarm
and . . . liking it.
can only seem like a threat, and
it is . . . the wheels roll and roll and
lock and stop and freeze . . . then
roll and roll and lock and stop
and freeze . . . making bigger spirals