The senses are yours to compose a world of beauty with the might of your mind.
Contents
. repose . recoil . rigour . resplendence
Repose
to lie at rest
to cause to come to stop
to position a priori
PREPOSTEROUS PUSS
The cat went crazy
as of today, hand to heart I swear, ’tis true
picked up his toy mouse, and against the door he threw
not the toy-but his body
beggin’ for some form of attention
his mew, like fingers dragged alongside a balloon
begged a purrty plead to pet his mangy coat-o-reeking fur pet
so I answered with a turn of my face attempting go get his needs met
to move away his pain, through a version of a sneer
sure his condition didn’t come by my doing
my roommate left him out loose
according to her wonderful ignorance of parasites or worms
so while the cat now damned near crazy
goes now to prove, water and food aren’t enough
when love and truth require more care
he pleads my temperament with a life or death need
as untrained in veterinarian services— I sink
a kind of remorse for wishing I could know how
to properly provide for this sort of demanding-
'gimme now’ mode of functionality
so that poor damned cat did go crazy
while I considered who or how to pay for such a bill
not tied to hand nor will, to incur
so instead of folding down such a wall
I took a bit of interest in a sigh long overdue
my situationally wagging finger
held back in more deliberation
as proof
neglect needs rarely to be spoken of
since form inevitably makes what is plain to see
the inner realm of that pet attestation mirrored
back to me how that damn cat went crazy.
DEEP BREATH WALK
Held beneath the ribbed cloud sky
containing vitality informing organisms
ready to drop into the below
the world breaths for what we call a universe
aggrandised by the ideal abjected from its animism
an imaginary choking on our own smog
or lands filled with waste, man-made ponds
created in haste
or countrysides accumulating iron and bones
such needs craved lay in waste
when a rest in doing aids
the subsidiary aches of belief-streams taken to heart
that part was imagined as not so long ago
a time romanticised as when people used to know
our small part grew a role evoked as soul
an omniscient maestro
such existential issues seemed to loathe
the religions aimed to guide ignorance toward learning
instead became subjugated to the prowess
of personal pleasures warmed and warned
for even goblins will also devour truth
the laid down before glowing greeds
inside the minds with never ending needs
the continual scramble for purity breeds
a nature play with an entire handle on
each of its pawns, so then I yawn
when another lines up to feign to know
who gets to play god next— or go.
CHIP TO CHEW
One tough cookie
she spoke of me
and I pondered
if correct then
of what variety?
a snap of the ginger sort
a chip of sweet
or perhaps harden biscotti
what have we
then when packages gets slammed
what are cookies called then
crumble
hoover material
something to sprinkle on your cereal
the only thing cookies are safe from
are brooms with spaces
between each
of their bound up embraces
perhaps cookie was meant
to be nothing short of hell bent
on being whatever
buyer or user intends.
MAGNET
You possess
the energy
to synch your stride
maintain
steady
speed
with me
a companion
my partner
in both heart
and but of course
mind
the kind
of raise your glass toward
my love
we promise paths
to pave
while all look on
with melancholic waves.
STOCK
Snapshots taken bending rules of thirds
behind our stock photo’d minds
perfect and in focus
life promises to bend all such curves
motion captured by lighting kits
read-to-go
paste in the internets
download books from the web
pretend to substantiate matter
when a look sometimes
is as it seems or only appears
as a ghost of a dream
a gag-reflex cliché
of one thousand words
silently spoken in an image
mulling over that thought
framed as subjective reason
breathing impatient sighs
I-resign to communal passive logic
so sure of choices
my doubts provide me sufficient shade
for greater good of man
likely not
I still take my hand
skim pages of paper and analogue processes
as an alternate to the banality
your very own book of stock photography
can also become compiled too.
ALIVE HAPPENING
With a pound to the steering column
in a raised right fist to air voice
- asshole learn to drive -
escaped my lips
- a red-bottomed baboon would prove
a better navigator than you -
so I saw he had the I own the road mentality
to an extent I suppose we could all dip in
but when did that become an excuse for
the sort of sun in the eyes blind
to unsuspecting pedestrian
or line of student holding hand crossing
maybe there’s a baby in tow
or bad day black glow
taking a step into the street
to be grazed by tire tread
oh my-that’s not the consequence of a
busy be the life-
or cell phone to head
reach for spilling coffee
pleasantly distracted exuding
by proclaimed dreams as an excuse
the demand toward responsibility
remains porous as skin
just how the hell do so many
wear rain coats as a remedy
or find alibi in popping pain pills
or thickened skinned from tanning booth beds
the growing internet communication
in all its rumination
feeding tubes for a lack of contentment
yet also lets distance
minds know about
the flippancy toward bodies in the street
and the way writing poems
makes my throat sore
anything our lives require
surrounds our already here
warm sunshine
peaceful breezy air
tender grass beds
flowering stems
blossoming buds
sharp hail or cleansing rain droplets
our nutrient dense earth
offers social skill lessons
from fawns, fish, babies and bunny rabbits
in their similarities are
perceptually discrepancies
locked within their nucleic acid
formative keys
such doors opened douses life
in opportunity, so I must warn
is this a journey that results in anything being happy
or does the endless searching for certainty
force us to choose so many state
instead of resisting the fear to incur strife
and in the fear succumb to just barely being alive?
All from nearly being ran over; I’ll keep making my chances.
PAN
Let me take a nap
I tried to say
because someone mentioned
it’s good for the body
but such force-ably made thoughts
only evoke wide eyed states
in lots of uncondusive
circular thoughts
perhaps spinning
a meandering dream
dragging alertness down
while drifting off
tugged by another sort of rope
demanded from this mornings
caffeine jolt
I
stand.
© Mari Amman. All Rights Reserved.
Poetry, Prose &Suche VOL III.
First edition 2023, electronic distribution. Text and Images by Mari Amman.
The poems contained within this volume were drafted circa 2006-2009, in Chicago, USA, and edited during spring 2023 in Paris, France, with the enormous support of The Trélex Residency.
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