Don Kingfisher Campbell

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