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Tuesday, December 20, 2016

Shorts: tiny poems

by Jack Brummet
Resurrection

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

___________________________

It’s so still and calm
In the mosque,
You could hear a fly expire.
___________________________

Stealth

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

___________________________

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

___________________________

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

___________________________

The Marriage

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

Tragedy

Take the worst that could happen
And add two zeros.

___________________________

High fidelity clouds gather over 
The tattered stage flats of a world on fire.

___________________________

It's Getting Crowded

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

Weather Report

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

___________________________

Waiting

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


Thursday, March 17, 2016

28 Short Poems

By Jack Brummet 
Stealth

You think one thing,
Say another,
And do a third.
_____________________
                    
The host and tenant lock
In benign equilibrium.
_____________________  

Each valley followed by a slope.
Every going followed by a return.                    
_____________________

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

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

For a fleeting moment
The condition for change exists.                    
  _____________________

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

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

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

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

It’s so still and calm
In the mosque,
You could hear a fly expire.                    
 _____________________
The Marriage

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

Gone Fishing

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

It's so quiet you hear
dust motes six feet up
bump in shafts of sunlight.                    
_____________________

Take the worst that could happen
And add two zeros.
 _____________________                  


High fidelity clouds gather over 
The tattered stage flats of a world on fire.
 _____________________                  
  

It's Getting Crowded

We cover the earth with Venn Diagrams
As our steps bisect old steps.
_____________________               
  
The glass is not half-full

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

The Golden Rule

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

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

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

Your Wooden Leg

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

Weather Report

Life is a raindrop
Sizzling as it skitters
Across the universal griddle.
_____________________
                    
"And after all, what is a lie? ’Tis but the truth in masquerade"
The truth exists; the lie must be created. 
_____________________           

Waiting

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

Possibilities

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

Torches & Pitchforks

The whole
Is far less than the sum
Of its parts

 _____________________
                
Mission Statement

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

We weave around and through
Unseen hazards and shoals,

Always feeling less safe
Than we actually are.
_____________________            

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.
 _____________________             

The Man In The Mirror

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

Sunday, November 02, 2014

Poem: Tendrils

By Jack Brummet


When a tree is chopped down
Volunteer shoots sprout
From the roots,

Sending out tendrils of life 
In an urgent last gasp
— A genetic S.O.S.— 

Like what they say 
Happens 
When you hang a man.
---o0o---

Thursday, July 10, 2014

Poem: Probability

By Jack Brummet


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---

Monday, October 14, 2013

Four poems

By Jack Brummet



Zombie Breakdown

The undead walk 
Sloughing tendrils of putrefied flesh

And the living
Are made of cardboard.

The border between
Being and nothingness

Is erased.
Fee Fie Foe Fum.



Torches & Pitchforks

The whole
Is far less than the sum
Of its parts.


The fleeting and migratory nature of inspiration

If you don't write it down,
Type it, or tape it,

It's gone,
Like a hit and run driver

Or a pickpocket
Merging into the crowd


Evil Konks Out

In the end, evil konks out
Like a squid simmered in its own ink,
Because evil fails the moment

It overcomes good
By consuming the energy
To which it owed its duration.
       ---o0o---

Monday, September 23, 2013

The Tumbling Walls Of Jericho

By Jack Brummet



Jericho was locked down tighter than a submarine.
It made Helms Deep and Fort Knox look porous.

Joshua studied the walls, scooping a way inside,
When a man with whirling gaslight eyes appeared.

"Hey Spook! Are you for us, or against us?"
The spook whirled around, rattled his sword,

And grew ten feet tall and five feet wide.
"I am the General of all Generals."

It was The Lamplighter himself. "Take the shoes
From your feet on my holy ground,

And follow the ark, with seven priests with seven trumpets.”
Joshua told the peasants, "All right, beat feet!”

Seven priests tooting seven horns led the parade
Around and around and around Jericho

Like Sambo marched the tigers around the tree,
Or the way the earth spins in the dark around the sun.

They marched in silence six long days.
On the seventh day they lit out at dawn

And marched around the city seven times.

After the seventh orbit, the priests blew a cadenza.
Joshua said "Shout”

And the roared swelled with each passing minute
Until the walls came tumbling down.

Every man, woman, animal and bug,
Young, old, red, yellow, black and white,

Fell on the sword.
Joshua was the Lord’s boy now

 And put the hairy eyeball on any plan
To resurrect Jericho.
----o0o----

Saturday, May 18, 2013

Five Poems: The Golden Rule; The Glass Is Not Half-Full; It's Getting Crowded; Limits; Surviving

By Jack Brummet 




The Golden Rule

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



The glass is not half-full


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



It's Getting Crowded

We cover the earth
With Venn Diagrams

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




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---