stream one

 

 

becoming part of the stream

is to become part of the breath

 

the words don't stop

coming through

they float and spark on the highway

with the red cigarette trails at night

 

like a painting that has escaped to three

new lives before you are done painting it

and even then it wanted you to stop

before you were done

insisting that even one stroke was enough

but you want to stretch it out

pin it to the paper, thin

uninterrupted chameleon skin

 

like Burroughs with his scissors

cutting up the words

throwing them up in the air

to fall, to pick to choose to recombine

combinations of combinations

cutting up the painting

and finding a torso

 

conversation circles rollercoasters

iced tea strawberries

ice cream and ham

glazed lemons

fried spam

lemon balm and fresh wounds

cariopteris blue and silver

purple lifestream

 

within and within

uniform and random apples

wutherings

 

tumbleweed words

tethered only as chance

is tethered to time

and infinity

 

frog decibels

serenading irony

bird on a wire

ennui

 

it's a joke

is not a joke

it's a joke again

 

flip-flopping palabras penumbras

conundrums calculators

gentian swings

 

the redbud blooms purple

misnamed from the beginning

 

it's purple

when all the cars are turning white

because white is cheaper in the long run

it won't even stay

purple

and today the cars

were mostly versions of red

four people wore the same

exact color to work

 

it listens, and redefines itself constantly

yet its core dna chip reads the same string of code

 

it is a dance of contraposition and ecstasy

and surprise

the richness of words and chance order

license plate numbers, vowels

metric and dynaflow measurements

formulas for baby's milk, nuclear freeze

 

it is the spiral of the waves around us

the interstice between cells, bubbles

and elements

it flows lighter than water

through all that

giggles in your ear and screams when you can't

making conversation troublesome

 

paradox finials turbines change

 

if you want to hear the poem in the air

there is a piece of skylight

you can hear

and you have a word in your hand

caught like a firefly

an image

glowing between your fingers

hear it through your eyes

in its angle

tangent current waves

 

 

Summer, ©1998

Amy Jackson

 

 

 

 

December, Dialectics and Physics

 

 

-- 60 minute universe

the physics of the art dialectic

newton's random apple eve

science contemplating the mind

the mind contemplating itself

like the flow where the

scientist can't know the frontier

of the brain juice

 

a string of cubes where each year lives

where each movie is a grain of sand

compared to the whole of experience

which is carried forward unum

hourglass timeglass cubes

 

the dialectic of philosophy and art

when the art is part of the soul

and the soul breathes experience

 

but the artists lived in different centuries

they just missed each other

somehow they converse

originate and respond

what bursts original and what from the

hearing senses absorbing

avant garde, native and movement(s)

libraries holding voices dry with spines

galleries present associations through your eyes

magnify silence and sounds in response

like fragments from the depths of the subconscious

coming through the wire

or colonial mirrors of the payors in fine paint

el greco showing their eyes soulful

cortazar speaking from the side of the bench photo

curls and spirals in his words himself

 

a pearl is formed of an outline with one crescendo

decrescendo creche, Jesus is born of a December second where joy lives, an instant,

a grain of sand, a grain of saint, a piece of salt, saltpeter peace

love mixed with all the pain of all those who have died for nothing, nothing?

and the love is perfect compost

wherein new babies form pearl bubbles at breasts

yet it weighs

 

incandescent the sky in winter broken opalescent lavender ices

 

the winter glaze in doom's eyes is shock still milk curdled cold

and something still still survives

it is ghosts living within you amid laughter and traffic gurgling

 

a leaf falls spiralling with variable factors: mass, shape,

position on limb, angle on limb, gravity,

air current on start, currents during fall,

this barring people, cars, tree limbs, other leaves, chance

the odd candelabra

 

as light as smoke, as heavy as that smoke from a cigarette slowly spirals

hangs in the air,

and falls, your breath into it steady creates a lower stream

which causes smoke to

stretch itself and curl like a cat's back,

or suddenly like a thoughtstream snaps --

a snowflake melts --

 

 

December 9, ©1998

Amy Jackson

 

 

 

 

 

smooth birds

 

 

sea's constant variations

smooth birds grab sandtracks

without jostling the horizontal

 

 

December 9, ©1998

Amy Jackson

 

 

 

 

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