Ellipsis
The
thing I think of most is your lips.
Not
just the appearance of your lips,
but
the animated quality of those
parallel
love-word shapers all call lips.
I
must also say their movement is
gloriously
applied to the meeting of lips,
which
I savor as if I were a simple
organism
discovering another with lips.
I
live for our moments of undulation,
like
two snails on their sides (essentially lips).
As
we move to reproduce feeling from
one
set of cells to the other via lips,
it
is then I feel I am a living creature, Don,
happy
to make connection osculating....
Pau Ghazal
Pau Gasol, he's a turncoat to the Lakers this summer
Because he's playing for Spain again, like every summer
The past seven years he played with his national team
Moonlighting first from the Grizzlies for six summers
Then moving on to the Lakers in a steal of a trade, quickly
Catching alley oops thrown by Kobe Bryant, no bummer
He, who used to hate summers: all practice, no real games
Until this year's Olympics in hot muggy China summer
Wherein Kobe got to plow through his enemy teammate
In the prelim (to be serious about winning this summer)
And came the medal game, Spain keepin' it close this time
Pau taking tosses and laying them in heavy like Hummers
On the Americans, almost winning, before MVP's takeover
That sealed the gold for the USA and made an up and comer
Of Kingfisher's looking forward to the start of a new season
Forgetting for a moment end of another basketball summer
Ghazal Reps
Time
to write another ghazal
Another
exercise in repetition
Another
repeated exercise in
Repeating
what is just repetition
Just
like another day of breathing,
Eating,
pooping, wiping repetition
Another
day of sleeping, dreaming,
Waking,
shaking, showering repetition
Viewing,
listening, thinking, writing,
Revising,
printing, more repetition
Reflecting
on the repeated reps
Of
daily life in constant repetition
Measuring
one’s life against others,
Finding
we’re all dying in repetition
What
is the purpose of this repeating?
To
justify our existence repetition
Crawling,
walking, running, driving,
Flying
on a planet revolving repetition
Around
a revolving sun also revolving
A
galaxy, a universe of repetition
There
must be a reason for all this
Repeated
repeating of repetition
Yes,
to write a poem on repetition,
Declared
by me to be a new repetition
Though
eventually they’ll be nobody to
Read
it, Don thinks that’s a repetition too