Poem – Speakfeel (By David Russell)

Speakfeel Razor branches, pointed-forked roots stretch centrifugal jabs against middle surface Sources swallowed in the lightless void Cancelled fugitives incubated in pure motion, rejecting sides, all allowed Only restored through leaves and petals avid for translucency Shining to meet the beak and proboscis, clumsy, assured   Seaweed swelters for the dark answer, shimmering clasps from knuckle-protectors, Ricocheting nadir curls of […]

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Poem – Fast Lane (By David Russell)

Fast Lane Let’s get in the fast lane – Rip off the doors and slice the breezes; Let’s get in the fast lane – Thread the highway through a needle.   We can loop the date-line In a coral reef-knot; Turn our jet-lag inside out, Inverted, oblique, reversed.   Let’s fly an exploding plane, Turn on our parachutes – Chrysanthemums […]

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Poem – Ritual Roots (By David Russell)

Ritual Roots Trains: Stringing, ringing, lifting, Breathing meringues, with pores distended at the termini   Contraction is needed for piercing of bars And holing of tickets.   The breaking of one deadlock only Institutes another, more firm, In the hand and in the basket.   More futile by far than any old bird’s weak flight Through a Church, a hall […]

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Poem – Power Kernels (By David Russell)

Power Kernels   Break down the elements, split them To non-existence; Then shatter all solidity’s illusions, Free impulses Beyond the viscous mind, still feeling hard By vanity’s gas upholstered.   And then, for happiness’s definition, Shut the door; Relax, and don’t be squeamish; For every grit of teeth, a pull of trigger, A sear, a cloud . . .   […]

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Poem – The Calendar (By David Russell)

The Calendar The sun coughed, scattered itself for a split second into myriad droplets – so divided, poured itself into the central chasm, flattening it to glory, clinching the final resilience of the chasm’s rocks – that reject sediment, so newly refined. Its roughage thickened the barriers against itself. In the beginning of time was its end, finally clinched to […]

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Poem – Don’t Touch! (By David Russell)

Don’t Touch!   “Don’t touch!” they cried; They really meant no harm, Had not intended To make a shaking, Jibbering apoplectic With their nagging.   “Don’t touch!”, for their interior décor Indeed was fragile and expensive – Themselves and furniture alike To them untouchable, those self-pariahs. There are no easy stages; Somebody’s lost a memory, Somebody’s taking shocks; The papers […]

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Poem – Lore (By David Russell)

Lore   Knowledge, as a dish of elusive ice-cubes Floating in acid Touching each one, propels its elusiveness;   The mediation of the utensil cannot be avoided.   Acid me, hand me, cube me; Cuddling smudges, polychromatic pollution, Knowledge spectrum.   He must make a memory of solid metal, So that it cannot be penetrated by knowledge, So that the […]

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Poem – The Musician’s Testament (By David Russell)

The Musician’s Testament “Being a living legend is such a precarious livelihood. What a ducking of responsibility!” (John Cale) “Success means being worried about everything else except money” (Johnny Cash) I’m putting down this last eyewitness account leading up to zero hour because all the registers have gone into the red; everything’s going to blow. If I am stopped in […]

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