Geologica
phishgod
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Geologica
Gondwanaland,
tectonica,
Pangaea,
pulled apart
by magmatic
convection oven,
tender thin
shell broken
like crusty
marshmallow,
singed and
charred a-top
molten cream
fired within,
not instant
inferno obliterating,
but taffy
pulled and
clipped into
porcelain plates
floating in
indigo seas.
Amino acid
soup souffle,
souls stretched,
dynamic DNA,
cooked clay
of blocky
rock uncarved.
On far
away Pacifica
plate, fair
as bone
china, flower
seeded field,
with scent
sweet incense
wafting its
essence for
hummingbirds’
ambrosian nectar,
evolving biota
before the
salty spray
and sawtooth
cliff scree.
Glacial ice,
scouring moraines
over oilfields
and rockcoal
ooze, covered
Appalachian seams
submerged by
layers lensed
streaming sand
from Canadian
shield washed
ashore against
a Pennsylvanian
swamp, teeming
amino DNA
separated the
original core,
as fish
amphibianate
and evolving
mammalian erectus
walking in
sunclouds as
gorrilaz, bearz,
saber-toothed
snarly-gnarly
and sprung.
Magma fires
convection roll,
as plates
collide, birthing
mountains and
golden cliffs,
coastal sun,
sand flowers
spread, and
green grasslands
populated by
migrational pull
of westward
ho! wagons
and time
accelerates, continentally
creeping closer—
manifest destiny,
expanding wildly,
guided by
changing moon
and Polaris
star-fires,
as the
atomic clocks
tick tock
toward the
re-emergent
collision of
plates and
culture, as
continental drift
brings worlds
together long
separated from
preter-natural
amino pods,
similarly and
in synchros
recombined those
separated genes
restored as
dolphins and
man merge
in new
perfectly imperfect
order of
soulstices entwined.
Microchips and
electronics, spurred
by fiber-optics,
accelerate the
inevitable: words
crackle sparkly
electric auroras,
wires crossed,
amid mixing
the Boullian
and borealis,
into new
poem energy
flows as
rainbow bright
as Vivaldi,
or pictures
painted by
Renoir, Rembrandt,
or photographs
O’Keeffe and
Ansel Adams.
Camus flower
on Palouse
Hills, blue
on gold,
wine goblets
pinot grigio
toasting in
a jacuzzi,
exchanged by
free will,
or ordained
astrologically
on a
full moon
night under
light just
now viewed,
as meteors
over Palomar
burst like
fireworks from
asteroids not
seen since
Gondwanaland
and Pangaea
were last
one worlds.
This explanation as
plausible as a platypus,
as predictable and ordained
as quantum mechanics, as
incredible a scenario as
mystical as the muse.
Perhaps that is why
some poets have spent
all their lives on a
vision-quest to pen
the impossible perfection
of Beauty,
as remarkable
a concept
as God,
the alchemy
called “LOVE”!
--January 15, 2002
@pth
Gondwanaland,
tectonica,
Pangaea,
pulled apart
by magmatic
convection oven,
tender thin
shell broken
like crusty
marshmallow,
singed and
charred a-top
molten cream
fired within,
not instant
inferno obliterating,
but taffy
pulled and
clipped into
porcelain plates
floating in
indigo seas.
Amino acid
soup souffle,
souls stretched,
dynamic DNA,
cooked clay
of blocky
rock uncarved.
On far
away Pacifica
plate, fair
as bone
china, flower
seeded field,
with scent
sweet incense
wafting its
essence for
hummingbirds’
ambrosian nectar,
evolving biota
before the
salty spray
and sawtooth
cliff scree.
Glacial ice,
scouring moraines
over oilfields
and rockcoal
ooze, covered
Appalachian seams
submerged by
layers lensed
streaming sand
from Canadian
shield washed
ashore against
a Pennsylvanian
swamp, teeming
amino DNA
separated the
original core,
as fish
amphibianate
and evolving
mammalian erectus
walking in
sunclouds as
gorrilaz, bearz,
saber-toothed
snarly-gnarly
and sprung.
Magma fires
convection roll,
as plates
collide, birthing
mountains and
golden cliffs,
coastal sun,
sand flowers
spread, and
green grasslands
populated by
migrational pull
of westward
ho! wagons
and time
accelerates, continentally
creeping closer—
manifest destiny,
expanding wildly,
guided by
changing moon
and Polaris
star-fires,
as the
atomic clocks
tick tock
toward the
re-emergent
collision of
plates and
culture, as
continental drift
brings worlds
together long
separated from
preter-natural
amino pods,
similarly and
in synchros
recombined those
separated genes
restored as
dolphins and
man merge
in new
perfectly imperfect
order of
soulstices entwined.
Microchips and
electronics, spurred
by fiber-optics,
accelerate the
inevitable: words
crackle sparkly
electric auroras,
wires crossed,
amid mixing
the Boullian
and borealis,
into new
poem energy
flows as
rainbow bright
as Vivaldi,
or pictures
painted by
Renoir, Rembrandt,
or photographs
O’Keeffe and
Ansel Adams.
Camus flower
on Palouse
Hills, blue
on gold,
wine goblets
pinot grigio
toasting in
a jacuzzi,
exchanged by
free will,
or ordained
astrologically
on a
full moon
night under
light just
now viewed,
as meteors
over Palomar
burst like
fireworks from
asteroids not
seen since
Gondwanaland
and Pangaea
were last
one worlds.
This explanation as
plausible as a platypus,
as predictable and ordained
as quantum mechanics, as
incredible a scenario as
mystical as the muse.
Perhaps that is why
some poets have spent
all their lives on a
vision-quest to pen
the impossible perfection
of Beauty,
as remarkable
a concept
as God,
the alchemy
called “LOVE”!
--January 15, 2002
@pth
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Nestled on a seaside sand dune
the soft windy sunset and then,
night coming in across black-glossed
gentle waves, the phosphorescence
of foam play, the tall sparse
grass tufts
somewhere, a trace of a moon
a distant ship
and the giant star, our star
the star of the sea
Jupiter, glittery
as
a diamondy gold-sugared
gum drop
the confections
of the universe unfolding
deliciously, deliriously
and how grateful, how
wonderful,
to have evolved this far
through the crisscrossing
of stars, pains and dreams
to have arrived
at this perfect moment
of pollywogs and papillons
*****
good morning, iloveyou, you're beautiful and i'm grateful...
stars ...and seas...and loveboats....can you believe we're here,
a couple of tahitian pearls,
coo
jam on, phishgod
Yes, yes
for you,
ma Pearl--
grateful,
whither Tahiti,
or Balboa,
Lydo?
Pearl kisses,
yes yes,
grateful,
all sheeny sheeny bright
pearls,
clasp't tight
in deepnight lumens'
embracing,
Ah! Yes!
Pearls!
Jam
on--
ma jeune fille
papillon,
ma "pollywog",
from geologica
to astronomica,
we are:
sunfires and moonbeams,
planetary explosions,
novas of
earthforces of wonder,
Beauty etched
on cut greenglass,
as if the
still stark joy of new sunrises
together,
reflected in
some Krispy Kreme booth dawn,
we are:
rainbows of irridescence,
pearled
nautoloids frozen for all time,
abalone dreams
here now, evolved,
criss-crossed together
like Jack's Seattle midnights'--
phosphorescent, evanescent
sometime well before dawn
or in some bubbly
35th floor
jacuzzi soak'd pool's
light, raising our diamonds
to the moon,
or Jupiter's
gumdrops
of nestled sweet
confections,
black glossed wave's
foamy play
and the gentle dew
of our kisses,
pearls glistening
to the sky
amid angst of
pain, fear, or
stars of sea-glory,
more than arrived,
I'd say
"we shall overcome",
but that,
now that,
that would be
telling
the whole world
that I love you,
now wouldn't it,
ma pearl...?
phishgod
with whisks and silken purrs in the blue midnight seas
whole world whole world Told and deep in glows
all atrilly and fabbing
walkerly joinings
hipfastened mojo pojo quadrulets of copojo
cup of Joe java king of blindeyed kitten mornings.
Whirlwind
of twirly swiveltons amber amulets & invisible gems!!
SOMETHING SPECTACULAR IS HAPPENING RIGHT NOW
aurora borealled in shadow rains and tea whispers
Rising
under the northern snow, a blueberry patch is Deciding
all the possibilities of being blue....indigo purple pearls
dreaming of hearthhomes in muffins and bellies
All one the pearl the berry the belly
the fire in the center of the home, angels on the mantel
GLEAMING
- blue smiles, sequined & boa'd,
-silky pink & red kimonos of dawn
- otter whisks,
-copojo, co-boggled
-bliss'd, co-blissed
-walkerly co-joined,
-gleamin' in the gloamin',
-beaming (note: NOT a Beamer, or Beaners HA!),
-indigo of wordplay & morning ritual
-eyelove
-sparkly reindeer, or sea-shells on the sink
-SOMETHING SPARKLY STELLAR SPECTACULAR IS REALLY HAPPENING RIGHT NOW!
-Glowing.
-Twirly Swirly
-The Seven Suns of Golden Eternity Jade Palace Heaven of the Moon and Seven Stars (which is you),
-a good blonde, and other poems,
-fires in the jewel heart center of berries, bellies and pearls
-not getting blue, but really getting the blues
-oil slick rainbows
-water & snow diamonds your eyes
-Auroral wanderings on roads we choose & re-choose
-jello tv sparkle kaleidoscopes
-cut glass crystaline bevels of light
-fire in centerhearth, decked with Rainier/ LBQueen Anne's cherries
-sparkly wine
- mutant gened roses bio-engineered by phish-scientists, fingerlings rising,
- love of my life forever, Mahalo M'Lor
-yr words sparkling in the snowdust, as i head of to lunch.
-Wallace Stevens, and the sun, forever going down, or rising
(just like me, or our Idaho neighbor's pop?)
-Love (On a Monday Morning), or Ode to the Pogues
-a diamond for your left hand, at some future date, to be determined?
-sparkling cheese & corn chaioder,
-ILY.
phishgod
I've skimmed a bit of Ammons here and there,
although this IS pretty much my style these days,
it is a bit of mix of influences
from JK, McLure, Ginsburg and others too many to mention.
However, Cassia says the Love stays, and since it is her poem,
she gets the final word....:)
glad you enjoyed...
P.
phishgod