featured in the poetry forum September 12, 2020  :: 0 comments

becomes becomes
reality that is reality
is reality that reality
is as which as which
is as is imagined is
which that is
is reality becomes
imagined reality is
imagined is becomes
is imagined becomes
as is

editors note:

A new syntax for certainty… imagine that! – mh clay


featured in the poetry forum June 22, 2020  :: 0 comments

here he lies and is lying
the eyes can not trust the ears
the message can not be received
unless he talks to himself

out loud

too many turns now he’s lost
he can not pay what he does not owe
the middle comes to an end
and here there is a secret

you don’t know

out in the woods the trees are singing
in the wind down from the ice
around the lake the blue is shifting
one more take and then

go home

editors note:

Hmmm… Can’t quite place it, but sounds like someone we know… Oh, I guess not. The one I’m thinking of never knows when to go home. – mh clay

the crow and the cat

featured in the poetry forum June 27, 2019  :: 0 comments

The door to the backyard is open.
The cat saw a great big crow outside and ran after it.
The crow took off across the yard with the cat in pursuit.
The crow wheeled around and aimed at the cat.
And chased him back inside the house.

And now the cat is just sitting here pretending nothing happened.

editors note:

We all pretend those crows didn’t make us cower. – mh clay


featured in the poetry forum October 17, 2018  :: 0 comments

the camera was freed up
the rep ready to go
he hopped in the cab
the sky turned over
and all the peds spilled out
falling through the clouds

the cabbie blew his horn
everybody got out of the way
he roared through the mountaintops
screaming with laughter

they made it to Union
he thought in the nick of time
he ran down the stairs
and got in line
then they all bailed
and he ran to the counter

all sold out
he crawled back up
and found the same cabbie
idling illegally

he said
can I get a refund
can I get a receipt
can I get a free ride
I’m broke
the cabbie said
you’re shit outta luck

editors note: Stuck in the rat race is bad enough; but, to be the losing rat…? – mh clay


featured in the poetry forum November 10, 2017  :: 0 comments

according the chambered eggs
feathered hearts of dinosaurs
the laying descendants at our feet
eating the crumbs we so magnanimously share
waiting for a future past

editors note:

Comfort in compost; everyone’s future past. – mh clay


featured in the poetry forum October 18, 2016  :: 1 comment

above the mainly positive is known
so let there be discussions and the Name
proponents of the member language shown
before the circle turns around again

consensus joins to vet the written word
the advocates speak in a language plain
but opposition makes it seem absurd
and still Vienna begs to be explained

the doctrine of the standard proposit:
to add it up you must include your toes
it’s rational as long as it has Wit-
tggenstein assume an a priori pose

epistemology is well and good
but what is what if you’re misunderstood?

editors note:

Yes, precisely… What? (Read another of satnrose’s mad rants on his page; fear, assuaged in beer. – check it out.) mh clay


October 18, 2016  :: 0 comments

and of all the others you becoming the best even when and to transfer
the enemy and the bystander under the narrow place where everyone
goes going to the Hell where the stairway is dropped with us although
you see concerning those who were really the friends of the monkeys
I am the friend or if need be other things seeing that when those who
are more distant and shivering as they go and pushing their own fool
method down the road dividing directly from your craving those who
can do that one thing with the demons you are at worst then you look
at a certain evil little twin who continues to look at you and makes the
insult which finds the fact that the thing desired is done in any case so
therefore if with your interest to be strong is death the largest domain
and presents you with a cold beer and as you drink it you realize that
all your fears had been braved before the first word was ever printed

editors note:

In that day, when we’re all awake, we’ll wonder… – mh clay


featured in the poetry forum August 4, 2015  :: 1 comment

at this point where I am walking
towards you savoring the moment
for something which I now know
you knew so you spoke and then
suddenly I did not have you
you did not have to permit me and as for
that which I then did not fully
understand and still don’t I had not a
clue but because I inflicted the fine
you were just disappointed in me
and I frankly admit I must have been
amazed but the feeling that was
attached to that was most of the rea-
son that perhaps it happened the
way it did and as for me who des-
ired happiness I still had to pass into
another life as if I were reincarnated
as someone else and so as if my
monopolized lines excluded me
from the typhoon of your emotions
and then if that which cannot be
thrown high enough to take a chance
is where I could not now how far I
would have to go to possess your
love and so now I think I have achieved
safety and blame myself no
longer I do not have you any
more but that’s okay and here we are

editors note:

Another case of “You are Here!.” Origin to destination with story in between. – mh clay


June 15, 2014  :: 0 comments

if it is kind to build to make it just
the possible is put-together but keep on laughing
in the adjustable crack
out the window the waiting the storm opening

the which in the door you gave me
above roof thundered
too narrow at the shakes where a beam
of midnight empties
looking through the keyhole at the flashes of lightning

that is something like pain
which perhaps makes it likely
to be blown away

I am awake reading through the night
which means I can not close the lesson
in fact the room
locks me in

who to all I hear through the skin
someone close
the where walking in my house

I eyes
and the paint keeps wet
depending floor blinks
and hearing upon the boards is the dream

the noises where secret went up naked inside
tears the language the light falling hurricane
is of ghost
the bulb
and which the beam is in the answer to the wind

the creaking pulverized this message
and so too of my noon passing


June 15, 2014  :: 0 comments

did we learn what? did we try
the fact that what is done has made us
older our desires transfer the days into
years into unseeable functions

with no endings what happened
what went right it is far too far for it
to have been known whatever it was
whatever it is whatever it could

be I thought it was just something
small but it has colored everything
afterward and even stained the pre-
dictions of the past all methods of

withstanding them are useless
the world turned upside down over us
now someone who has hurt you is
at the door so what does he want?