dare runs like a shoal of fish

dare runs like a shoal of fish
in a barrel for the privileged
dogs run like beer in bars
where fur is a reason for morons
to dig deep into empty pockets

weather is always on the run
serendipity and ubiquity
play on the same team
night is not a parent
not even a distant relation

rhythm is a fast mystery
downloading all immediacy
into the hard drive of I
I turning with hands
dancing dancing

sworn to secrecy short
worn like an ancient symbol
rolled into a night
where mushroom bleat
on brevity's altar

stooled fingered and loaded
do not fool with pronouns
they are we too
dash why not dash
we are the last of these years

when the loaded brush
touched the canvas
the colours came alive
asking for more presence
growing

I am the flute that hesitates
the finger stayed
the note that will not stop
before air circumcises
timed breath



Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2017-02-12 at 19:17

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The last stanza is especially potent and attractive to this reader. And there are several other moments in this poem that I enjoy!
2017-02-14



This is complicated, but I like it. Must read it again and again.
Ashe :)
2017-02-12