Showing posts with label Jack brummet poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jack brummet poetry. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 18, 2016

33 short poems

By Jack Brummet
 
  
Stealth

You think one thing,
Say another,
And do a third.
                    ---o0o---

The host and tenant lock
In benign equilibrium.
                    ---o0o---

Each valley followed by a slope.
Every going followed by a return.
                    ---o0o---

There is no relief without an ache,
 And no virus without a host.
                    ---o0o---

Bricks tumble into the moat.
The king's body hangs naked from the flagpole.
                    ---o0o---

For a fleeting moment
The condition for change exists.
                    ---o0o---

A roiling thunderstorm clears the air
Like Wyatt Earp's peacekeeper
                    ---o0o---

A bad beginning can be overcome
But a good end lasts forever
                    ---o0o---

When you strip away the stage flats, makeup, and costumes,
It’s all one story starring our private heroes and dreams.
                    ---o0o---
  
Resurrection

He was ready to live again
Even if living just meant running
To keep ahead of the ghosts.
                    ---o0o---
  
It’s so still and calm
In the mosque,
You could hear a fly expire.
                    ---o0o---

The Marriage

Two tattered mannequins
Prop each other up
In the Salvation Army Store window
                    ---o0o---
  
Gone Fishing

As the forests swamps and bones turn slowly to coal
The last pterodactyl
Soars overhead, calling for a friend.
                    ---o0o---


It's so quiet you hear
dust motes six feet up
bump in shafts of sunlight.
                    ---o0o---
  
Take the worst that could happen
And add two zeros.
                    ---o0o---

High fidelity clouds gather over
The tattered stage flats of a world on fire.
                    ---o0o---
  
It's Getting Crowded

We cover the earth with Venn Diagrams
As our steps bisect old steps.
                    ---o0o---

The glass is not half-full

I saw our dreams disappear
Like a white pony
Over a low grassy hill.
                    ---o0o---

The Golden Rule

Listen to the songbirds trill
But keep an eye
On the buzzard section.
                    ---o0o---

An orchard of salt pillars
Circles Gomorrah's ashes:
Lot's Wife had no name.
            ---o0o---

 If I don’t write it down
The words race away
Like a hit and run driver
                    ---o0o---

Your Wooden Leg

Run if you still can.
Drag that wooden leg behind you,
But keep up, jogging after your pipe-dream.
                    ---o0o---

Weather Report

Life is a raindrop
Sizzling as it skitters
Across the universal griddle.
                    ---o0o---

"And after all, what is a lie? ’Tis but the truth in masquerade"
The truth exists; the lie must be created.
                    ---o0o---

Waiting

There is no tomorrow
until we get through
the day after yesterday
                    ---o0o---

Possibilities

In your chest beats the heart of a Good Samaritan
Who never quite got off the starting blocks
                    ---o0o---

Torches & Pitchforks

The whole
Is far less than the sum
Of its parts:
                    ---o0o---

Mission Statement

The Army has two duties
To break things, and kill people;
Everything else is just fluff and overhead.
                    ---o0o---

Dodgeball

We weave around and through
Unseen hazards and shoals,

Always feeling less safe
Than we actually are.
                    ---o0o---

The Odds
  
Simple probability and statistics
Tell us ineluctably that the more times
You stick your head In the lion's mouth,
The more likely it is that one day he will close it.
                    ---o0o---

The Man In The Mirror

There's a civil war in his head:
Lobe against lobe.
                    ---o0o---
  
Falling per se is not a bad thing.
The problems arise when falling
Becomes not falling, or, the uncontrolled landing problem.
                    ---o0o---

The Return Of The Kings

We never picture the aliens
Coming in peace
Because we never came in peace.
                    ---o0o---





Thursday, September 11, 2014

Three Poems: The Quest - Surviving - Limits

By Jack Brummet



The Quest

It’s all one story—
A ragged shape-shifting tale
Of incredible coherence and constance,
Encompassing all you know,
All you don’t know you know,
And all you one day will know.
There is more
To be seen, tasted, heard, and felt
Than can ever be known or told.
Our myths flourish and spread,
Person to person,
And the mysteries of the seas and skies and stars
Fill our collective conscience
With mystical scenes,
Quests, and tales of greatness.
These myths, tales, and fables
Cannot be invented, ordered, or denied.
When you strip away the stage flats, makeup, and costumes,
It’s all one story
Starring our private heroes and dreams.
                   ---o0o--- 

Surviving

Salvation lies
In remaining unblinded

To the treachery
Massing around you:

The enemy without,
Calculating your fall

And the traitor within,
Beating in your chest.
        ---o0o---

Limits

We like to believe
We could endure anything for five minutes

But that theory, cooked up
In your hermetic study or bedroom,

Comes apart at the seams
When you imagine being on fire

Or having crows feast
Upon your eyes.
                  ---o0o---

Friday, June 06, 2014

Four poems

By Jack Brummet



A touch of evil

Darkness, after having been eliminated,
furtively obtrudes again.

Does the wind blow over the earth
or does it blow under heaven?
---o0o---

Mission Statement

You don't need to see
A discounted cash flow analysis.

You only need to know
If the right people are in your pocket,

And, if not, whom should be bought off,
Scared off, or bumped off?
---o0o---

"I contain multitudes"

We all have a platoon
Of partly-contained

Spooky and multiple personalities
Ready to burst

From the confines
Of our clown car.
---o0o---

We need to put our fingers in the dike

I mostly believe otherwise,
But on a bad news day,
It's like we're not all in this together,

That we are just the latest revision
Of a complex species
Drawn together in a social order 

That masks our genetic disposition
And puts the lie to any notion
Of compassion, altruism, and love.
---o0o---

Monday, July 15, 2013

10 short poems

By Jack Brummet


Resurrection

He was ready to live again
Even if living just meant running
To keep ahead of the ghosts.
---o0o---


Tethers

Our tenuous hold on earth
Is disguised in our shadows,
Tethered to the ground
By the soles of our feet,
And a theory of gravity.

---o0o---

[Life Is Not A Hardy Novel]

Life is not like a Hardy novel,
'Though it seems so at times.
God's not mad at us;
But his patience is stretched
To a molecule thick.
---o0o---

Silence

The stilled hacking of crows
And rainchecked dove's cooroo.
---o0o---

Counter-insurgency

You think one thing,
Say another,
And do a third.
---o0o---



A meditation on the I Ching and Mitt Romney’s comment that “the earth can handle pretty much anything we dish out”

She takes everything we dish out.
So far.

Dragons fight in the meadow
Their blood is black and yellow.
---o0o---


The Reverse King Midas Touch

Sending out feelers and then testing the ground,
The right place was one place he could never be found.
---o0o---

The Return Of The Kings

We never picture the aliens 
Coming in peace
Because we never came in peace.
---o0o---

Icarus

The rings of the splash
Send dopplers into the void,
Widening and pushing out
In the cold and lonely sea.
---o0o—

The Man In The Mirror

There's a civil war in his head:
Lobe against lobe.
---o0o---

Sunday, July 14, 2013

Nine short poems

By Jack Brummet

No Exit, 3

Once you grab a tiger by the tail,
You can never let it go.
---o0o---

Mission Statement

The Army has two duties
To break things, and kill people;
Everything else is just fluff and overhead.
---o0o---

Torches & Pitchforks

The whole
Is far less than the sum
Of its parts:---o0o---

Reds

There is no tomorrow
Until we get through
The day after yesterday.
---o0o---

Weather Report

Life is a raindrop
Sizzling as it skitters
Across the universal griddle.
---o0o---

Monism

I'm you,
You're me.
All this
Is That.
---o0o—

It's Getting Crowded

We cover the earth
With Venn Diagrams

As our steps
Bisect old steps.
---o0o---

The Marriage

Two tattered mannequins
Prop each other up
In the Salvation Army Store window
---o0o---

Resurrection

He was ready to live again
Even if living just meant running
To keep ahead of the ghosts.
---o0o---

Thursday, July 11, 2013

Poem: A touch of evil


By Jack Brummet

1.
Darkness, having been eliminated,
furtively obtrudes again.

2.
Does the wind blow over the earth
or does it blow under heaven?
                   ---o0o---

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Poem: Raindrops, tears, and snow

By Jack Brummet





The creek alongside me

Carries raindrops, tears, and snow
That may once have landed

In Johannesberg, Soho, 
Bucerias, Constantinople,
Athens, Ketchikan, or Saskatoon.

        ---o0o---

Friday, November 23, 2012

Poem: Counter-insurgency

By Jack Brummet




You think one thing, 
Say another, 
And do a third. 
   ---o0o---

Poem: Don't Look Back

By Jack Brummet



Don't look back
Means no regrets

Look back on the good times
But leave the rest

Just ask Lot's wife
And the other pillars of salt

Standing outside Gomorrah
Like Easter Island statues
         ---o0o---

Friday, November 16, 2012

Poem: The Bad Movie


By Jack Brummet


I can't believe it's still running.
There's miles of bad footage to come.
This loge seat is a throne of pain.

It's a talkie, but no one says anything.
There is no music, no sound design,
Only the projector clicking.

We can't stop watching.
The camera careens drunkenly
Around what might be the action.

It's so murky,
It could be pornography,
Or footage of an alien or Sasquatch.

The camera dollies in
On a random piece of litter.
Someone fiddles with the lens

And the scene shifts into deep focus.
We can't
Stop watching.
---o0o---



Thursday, November 15, 2012

Poem: Lost At Sea

By Jack Brummet



The rings of the splash
Send dopplers into the void,
Widening and disappearing 
In the cold and lonely sea.

---o0o---

Sunday, June 26, 2011

Poem: Chasing Ghosts by Jack Brummet


Chasing Ghosts
by Jack Brummet


1
The scenery whirls by
In a drunken Gaussian Blur
Until I slow it down
And watch it unravel
In a multi-colored, quadrophonic
Parade of flora and fauna
Spinning Venn Diagrams
Around each other.

2
I quit chasing ghosts,
But once in a while
I look over my shoulder
And find a face in the crowd,
With a sad smile and a halo.
---o0o---

Friday, December 17, 2010

Mission Statements - Two poems by Jack Brummet


Mission Statement
The army
Has two duties--

To break things, and kill people;
The rest is fluff and overhead.
---o0o---


Mission Statement, 2


To launch your nefarious enterprise,
You don't need to see
A discounted cash flow analysis.

You only need to know
If the right people
Are in your pocket,

And, if not, then whom
Should be bought off,
Scared off, or bumped off?
---o0o---

- Poems by Jack Brummet

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

The Odds: Poem by Jack Brummet

The Odds


Simple probability
And distributed statistics

Tell us ineluctably
That the more times

You stick your head
In the lion's mouth,

The more likely it is
that one day, he will close it.
---o0o---

- Jack Brummet

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Poem: Snow Day



Snow Day in Kirkland
By Jack Brummet

In silhouette
Against blue bisque skies,
Crows bounce

On the snow-humped branches,
Shaking snow to the ground.
They survey the valley

For prey
In dark relief
On the powder-white fields.
---o0o---

Thursday, April 15, 2010

Updated links to poetry on all this is that


The complete links to Jack Brummet's (nearly200) poems on all this is that.  Once a year we update the list, and put a link in the sidebar.  Jack has published nearly 200 poems here over the last five and a half years. 

The Odds
When Evil Fails
The White Pony
God's Angry Rain
Mathematics 
 Instructions to the sperm and egg
The Cover-up
The Mission
The Reverse King Midas Touch
The Fog
The Jitters
[A lone climber bivouaced]
The Moon's In Tune
Torches & Pitchforks
Three A.M.
Platoon
Hazards
A pod of sea lions
What color is water?
Why are bubbles round?
Resurrection
The Quest
Summer leaves in autumn hit the winter of their life
The islands from eight miles high
from the Poetry Generator: The Cloud Endures
Survival
Poem In Gorene
The listing freighter in the harbor at Kato Zakris
Rocks, flowers, and walls
Prayers In Istanbul
Sailng To Athens
That Cold Island Across The Sea
Moslems vs. Nazarenes vs. Pagans
Just Beneath The Topsoil
Sailing To Naxos, or, The Vortex
Flying, depending on the context, is better than not flying
Endurance & Limits
Scarred For Life
One of those days
Delusion
The Variations (newly revised)
How He Lived
The Broken Chord
Stackabones (for Claire)
In California, I write down the names of every great tree name I can remember
When the devil comes knocking
Into the wind
The Outlet
The riptide beneath my feet
The sounds on Puget Sound
Stages
But you can't
[with your back to the wall]
[The surging sea]
Are they on the way or is it "just my 'magination (once again)?"
The telepath
Catch 23
Narcissism
Midnight Madness
Grey USA
On seeing the photo of a long lost friend
Imaginary Friends
Alkyvision
[The streetlight's blue shadows...]
There's A Civil War In His Head
[Jesus Walks On Water]
On The Plain: just a song of Gomorrah
Why I won't run for President
The story of a long long journey
Dawdling
Landing, or, Aviophobia, Part 26
The eyes have it
You Rehearse Dying
How the first baby in the world
The Big Boat
Babylon and the unfinished tower
Late Spring
Higher Ground Poem: The Icarus Factor).
Truism 1
The Grey Convoy Flies Over the UFO Crash Site
Dual Mortality
Ephemeral Communications
toast
3 A.M.
I'm agnostic about atheism
Snow Day In Kirkland, Washington
Squirrel poem
Going Mad Might Be Like A Bad Eight Track Tape Deck
Fall Haiku
Jericho & How Joshua Caused The Walls To Come Tumbling Down
The Orgy In The Pantry (starring Duncan Hines, Betty Crocker, Pilsbury Dough Boy, Aunt Jemima, Chef Boy-Ar-Dee and more
With Or Without The Words
Hello. . .My poem is. . .
You Gather Your Friends
The Way We Were
The White Flag
The Cover-up
The Good German
Dream Of The Grey
Torches & Pitchforks
The Red Flag
Don't look back
The Tenth Planet (Or An Incredible Facsimile?)
Anger management is a slippery slope
the vault
The Moon's In Tune
Another politician resigns in disrace
Rub-a-dub
Tendrils
The Candidate
Reds
Making Room
The revolt in heaven
Found Poem: The Richmond Hill Oracle
The Robot Wars
Ten ways of looking at lies
The Broken Chord
With our heads in the sand during the transit and eclipse
the sun plays its red song
Litany
Poem: The Developers
A raindrop's life
The mystery of the first amendment to the Ten Commandments
The Bay Of Delusion
Mad Song
Reasons To Keep On
Conspiracy Theory
The Moon Race
Mr. Flue's Grave In Hillcrest Cemetary, Kent, Wash.
The World Seems Especially Calming And Verisimilitudinous Today
Kent, Washington
Rollover
[It's the Lee Harvey Oswald smile]
Zombie Breakdown
Heaven
Sonnet For Hari
Defensive Daydreaming
The Dream
Dogpaddling
The Prostethic Head & The Absence Of Blood
Tetuan - "No Paranoia, My Friend"
The Grey Ambassador
The Bad Movie
The Bucket
The Man In The Mirror
Liftoff Optimism
Perspective
A Flight Of Swallows
Audioblog - The Prevaricator
Weather Report
Your Wooden Leg
The Revelations
The Revelations Sermon At The First Church Of The Mojo Apocalypse
Dosvidaniya, Ivan Ivanovitch
The Late Excavation
Jack Kerouac, Meet John Barleycorn
The Gideon Bible In My Nightstand
At The Acropolis
When Aliens Land, Or, The Return Of The King
The sous-chef is a sociopath
James Wright
Falling
[Life Is Not A Hardy Novel]
Seven
Coyote Comes Home Like A Salmon
Shorts For Jerry Melin ca. about 1988
Bird
Monism
The Golden Rule
The Countdown
SAM THE GRASSEATER
Notes On Flying
Daybreak
Explosions
Not Past Tense Yet
the glass is not half-full
It's Getting Crowded Here
Li Po In Disgrace
The Clock
A Love Song
Bad Timing
The Killer
The Absence of Footprints
Growing Up
Gone Fishing
The M.D.s
Acrylic
The Marriage
Driving Home To Seattle, We Watch Deer Drinking from the Skookumchuck River
---o0o---