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DBP 4-13-14

Hammock Over the Shore

1...
the tapestry hymn
wetting the cognizance
showering of limb
percolating my inspiration
celebrating patchwork scrim
entity
2...
introducing the kiwa hirsuta
a South Pacific breeze
with silky blonde setaes
as dainty thoracic legs atweeze
the see-less yeti 
pigmentation void
pincers filamentous bacteria
the carnivorous furry lobster employed
as the guardian of the sea
a Maori water deity, deployed
3...
the angel winged costata
brittle valved
seabed asymmetry of stata
burrowing
through substrata...
it's flange, like wings
and finely sculptured radial ribs
concentric growth rings
protected, periostracum
quinone tanned strings
long, fused siphons
gaping 
in shallow seas
boring through sand, mud, wood
clay and even soft rock, thalassic scree
twisting and carving
a destination quay
jet forced water
microalgae filtered
wafting nutrients atotter
metamorphosis
4...
Glaucus atlanticus, bemusing
a sea swallow, subculture
a pelagic aeolid
gastropodic and "molluskular"
eating venomous prey
the Portuguese Man o' War
storing contagion form cnidarian
lacerating a score
silvery grey dorsals
moody blue ventrals
blue-jay-like head
tapering body to thread
hexapod...
serrated teeth
finger-like cerata
Mozambican devil bequeath
eying the by-the-wind-sailor Velella
the blue button Porpita
the violet snail Janthina
swearing, fine young cannibals
toxoid immunity
cnidosac weapon
reverse buoyancy
watching over egg strings
waterwheels offsprings
5...
Venus flytrap
Sunday arachnids
waving its tiny hairs
trapping with lobes to snare
it's leafed rosettes
proudly in waves
powerful petiole, as traves
diverse, alchemist trichomes
detecting falling raindrops
as victims abdicate
opening meshwork
distinguishing comminate
a tri-decadic prophecy
as a Roman goddess empowers
throned, wearing ivory flowers
and bearing fruit
the night-berry
"tippity twitchet"
seducing beetles and spiders
convex lobes in silent stridor
unyielding, laughing at chitin
touching on tentacular past
scanning bogs and wet savannah
sleeping in winter
a dormant canna
6...
winish pride of madeira, daemon
blithely blue flowers 
satinish red stamens
bees and butterflies
knocking for nectar
ornamental 
on the shingle banks
a perennial success 
woody flowering stalks
and stunning periwinkle dress
7...
love in concordance
gamete or sprout
weaving a tartan of sustenance
vivid and bright
infinite mantis greeness
aqua magic
thirst and silkiness
droplets and pools
a marsh of wealth
a drink of kind health
a school of rules
kissing leaves...
cascading stipules

4-21-14

dedicated to the photography of Mario Pucci

"de bago calle"

Papa Beto Jazz taberna
...San Luis Potosi
subterranean, descending turn, a
lugar, club nocturno

the Hot Pepper
Iraida Noriega 
sizzling, a Mexican spitfire
a harmonious Lupa 
the trumpet piercing the spicy zephyr
Guitarra panzona strumming
bleding with the salsa
the chords Maria Bonita, humming

the cadence of Son Jaliscience
the Tamborazo Zacatecano pizzazz
decoding the design
Tlaxcaltecatl Latin Jazz

as Francisco Lelo
autographs the hearts
of dancers and ausculters
improvisational arts
evolving to a 
"Heat Wave"
the sweating rendition
Ow, we're having a heat wave
A tropical heat wave
The temperature's rising, it isn't surprising
She certainly can, can, can*
Ella comenzó una ola de calor 
Al permitir que su ola asiento 
Es una alegría que, dicen al cliente que 
Ciertamente puede, puede, puede

as I escalate
the mezzo-fresco
I associate
the verity of place
of famine, to vexate 
of battle
the rarity of helm, violate
peace, and the secrets of 
Lucia Murado, inmate
of tallit in a box

my sprinkled mind
sinking into the intonaco
looking to hide into the sinopia refined
no room for giornate
no canvas for Fernando Leal
but befitting a tale
of persecution and faith with zeal

the rhythm of enchillada
reaches me
corn, beans, chili pepper, carne asada
crackling huauzontle
smouldering criollo avocados
the perfume of papaloquelite
guava and prickly pear, rambutan
and creamy cherimoya
taking lime and grinding to our pan

the yeso nutrición
white, green or red, which is my pozole 
tacos, tortas, tlacoyos, 
gorditas and sincronizadas, frijoles
the refrains of my comida
encountering the street, to stroll

Atole in hand,
a savoury bark and whey
pure, spicy, and delicate
a peculiar bouquet
stirring in the Patron Marguerita

as the brass and ruido below
touch the noumenon, retrieving
the nuance, prevalent
engraving my benevolence
the inricate weaving 
pasado, presente, future fe

*"Heat Wave" Irving Berlin (1933)

4-22-14

Thank you Rebecca Hulit for the creative inspiration.

"That which is above is the same as that which is below"

Modern Times in space
spools of planets
or a legendary cunning, demonic race
forty-thousand caves
of life below

evolving and existing
in Romanian underworlds
strange beings persisting
chemically reacting to exigent

no more than simple bugs...
millipedes, centipedes, mutant scorpions,
leeches, spiders, springtails,
pillbugs, and bristletails

comfortable at one-thousand
smouldering centigrade degrees
only four miles under sea
a web of furrows
a blind mole rat burrows

poikilothermic mammals, 
mutating from variability
large and thin, indurate adornment
in a "metallic" garment

largely brained,
double lobed
and telepathic, robed
with externals for birth

cloning magic, derived from
prehistoric Malta
those in Catacombs, 
vaults of geomagnetic gnomes

thin, massive reptilian arthrpod
osmosis feeders
single organ, breath and blood
a feckless facial portal
to engineers of the mortal

single chiral flocks
dinosaurs of survival
no collision of asteroids
no glacial epoch

the heritage of the Voth
spinning around the red dwarfs
Krytonic exoplanets stray
with super tides a rite
facing the eastern stars on a sunny day
facing the western stars on endless night

...as monolithic crickets stridulate their wings
convergence or divergence
enclosing oceans of water
membranes amphibious
Beneath thick icy shells
like the deep seas of Galilean moons

...electromagnetic intelligence
bred by variations
the conversion of element
as widgets unveil
exploding machinery 
changing gravity prevails
launching floating bolts
stinging the layers of stingy air
carousing nuts revolt
encircing victimized dino-men

the attachment
molten intercourse
a new generation, as chambers
turn from stone to slush
planets spin erratically
the lone earthling takes flight
finding a nautical planet
of palms growing motherboards

sterile women
elecrode chests of glare
with random-access memories
and small gauage wire hair
optical discs flashing
stunning with a stare

those from the heavenly body
of origin, layered by the integument
of the modern sphere
covered by the mire
now crawling from
the pores of anger
a darker grey, manly but inferior
a metallic clangor
withered, weak and 
from de-oxygenation
media removed, disarray
floppy and often detached
programmed to obey

but the orders, thrust
destined to create abortion
as the techno environment rusts
three infinite generations
collide and fragment
a prokaryote smiles

DBP 4-23-14

Denisovan Woman

we must be recognized

a movement to bear

the fruits of justice

and health we care

Neanderthal we are not

those bumbling fools

over-eating like gluttons

and poorly made tools

and we like to fornicate

with those modern sapiens

improving our system

from parasites and pathogens

I am the "X woman"

bold and proud

with better molars to chew

my vega protein endowed

less hunting for me

my children I care

a division of labour you see

responsibilities we share

no more tragedy

stillbirths, miscarriages and death

a community we form

in humble shibboleth

no more clubs

to beat us to ground

and warmer weather

to diversify our abound

and our brains are developed

to an advanced stage

calculating our politics

from sexist rage

I have my own weapon

cunning and coy

with a bat of my lash

my charm I deploy

DeaBeePea 11-26-15

What Does It Mean?

that marvellous word

yes... it's love

the biggest of all

standing so tall

making my heart

jump like a frog

it's a falling thing

a ballad to sing

occasionally it hurts

which is rather sad

'cause it wasn't meant to be

something other than glee

but it bounces back

every day, it seems

passion and fervour

more than observer

tied in knots

or obsessive attachment

unexplained magnet

my mind a planet

circling my essence

defining my reason

for celebrating life

happiness so rife

DeaBeePea 4-20-16

GIMCRACK

it seems to be a trend these days a pseudo world where nothing stays attractive facades adorn our streets not much inside except unhealthy treats common logos depict a theme that attach to our subconscious opening a dream but actually it's fake just a mass produced ploy stopping us briefly from our normal employ our juices are wet by burger implications and thirst is teased by caffeines temptation and stylish expression is usually not creative it's a commercial game that cries to be innovative DeaBeePea 4-22-16

When the Earth Speaks

so many voices

has the sphere

and in it's profanity

has no peer

infinitely patient

subtle in breeze

but holding back anger

in it's passive trees

many signals

poisoning back

threatening existence

with it's reciprocating knack

to much or too little

a balancing act

but the rules are clear

and nature has tact

but thoughtless greed

a tributary we make

to a deadly bog

of neurological quake

the lessons spoken

free for our ears

obedience our employ

humility and cheers

DeaBeePea 4-22-16

The River

the string it is the magnificent connection from melt to sponge peat soaking in convection schools of eggs in shorelines trickling beds gradually warming in waters delicate threads bouncing over rocks least resistant the code a determined and rapid battle before meandering lode refusing to be bogged down to the mouth tributaries squirming to an undermined south elevation and poles dictating the path collecting man's poison his ignorant bath but memories persist of the boy and his pole under the willow in his sunny drole DeaBeePea 4-23-16

The Shirt

the barren lines of rocky hills stubborn grasses and tattered sills cart paths so worn weathered shacks debris rolling over from windy attacks but someone is home it's still on the line two wooden pegs suspending this sign his favourite shirt a tartan of red blowing so bold it's tales ne'er shred DeaBeePea 4-25-16