The Irregular Art of Dancing with Woodpeckers

a poem should be 
serene beneath the surface,
don’t you think?

a portal to unassailable worlds
indigo breezes and elevator music

paradise if 
paradise is the difference between
Descartes and a fish hook
—and let me tell you—i’d choose the 
fish hook every time

but what am i saying?
satire is outdated
punked like an 80’s love song

then again, that’s the 
trouble with 
	this haiku
unstable metaphors
overused antonyms 

that and stray cats
cruising on a dashboard
involved in the makings of 
	random sin

the kinds of hasty declarations that suggest 
the sky may have been different once
	before it learned to rise

(…or take selfies against a 
beguiling seaside backdrop)

this is the irregular art of 
dancing with woodpeckers

quivering beneath a rocket ship
foraging for gold mines

there’s a brave new 
	symbolism here: 

the hair on the back of her neck
never mind the shape of the pearl

12 thoughts on “The Irregular Art of Dancing with Woodpeckers

  1. Exactly the end-of-day escape I needed!
    “indigo breezes and elevator music” – carry me away…
    I am certain the creative pairings in your writing are rewiring my brain in a most delightful way!

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  2. “the kinds of hasty declarations that suggest the sky may have been different once before it learned to rise”..so good..I like the idea that things were once different. And “the hair on the back of her neck
    never mind the shape of the pearl” is such good imagery. The things that we overlook sometimes, the simple things like the pearl necklace in my hand as my mother shares her life seem to end up being the things we remember the most vividly..

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