stream one
becoming part of the stream
is to become part of the breath
the words don't stop
coming through
they float and spark on the highway
with the red cigarette trails at night
like a painting that has escaped to three
new lives before you are done painting it
and even then it wanted you to stop
before you were done
insisting that even one stroke was enough
but you want to stretch it out
pin it to the paper, thin
uninterrupted chameleon skin
like Burroughs with his scissors
cutting up the words
throwing them up in the air
to fall, to pick to choose to recombine
combinations of combinations
cutting up the painting
and finding a torso
conversation circles rollercoasters
iced tea strawberries
ice cream and ham
glazed lemons
fried spam
lemon balm and fresh wounds
cariopteris blue and silver
purple lifestream
within and within
uniform and random apples
wutherings
tumbleweed words
tethered only as chance
is tethered to time
and infinity
frog decibels
serenading irony
bird on a wire
ennui
it's a joke
is not a joke
it's a joke again
flip-flopping palabras penumbras
conundrums calculators
gentian swings
the redbud blooms purple
misnamed from the beginning
it's purple
when all the cars are turning white
because white is cheaper in the long run
it won't even stay
purple
and today the cars
were mostly versions of red
four people wore the same
exact color to work
it listens, and redefines itself constantly
yet its core dna chip reads the same string of code
it is a dance of contraposition and ecstasy
and surprise
the richness of words and chance order
license plate numbers, vowels
metric and dynaflow measurements
formulas for baby's milk, nuclear freeze
it is the spiral of the waves around us
the interstice between cells, bubbles
and elements
it flows lighter than water
through all that
giggles in your ear and screams when you can't
making conversation troublesome
paradox finials turbines change
if you want to hear the poem in the air
there is a piece of skylight
you can hear
and you have a word in your hand
caught like a firefly
an image
glowing between your fingers
hear it through your eyes
in its angle
tangent current waves
Summer, ©1998
Amy Jackson
December, Dialectics and Physics
-- 60 minute universe
the physics of the art dialectic
newton's random apple eve
science contemplating the mind
the mind contemplating itself
like the flow where the
scientist can't know the frontier
of the brain juice
a string of cubes where each year lives
where each movie is a grain of sand
compared to the whole of experience
which is carried forward unum
hourglass timeglass cubes
the dialectic of philosophy and art
when the art is part of the soul
and the soul breathes experience
but the artists lived in different centuries
they just missed each other
somehow they converse
originate and respond
what bursts original and what from the
hearing senses absorbing
avant garde, native and movement(s)
libraries holding voices dry with spines
galleries present associations through your eyes
magnify silence and sounds in response
like fragments from the depths of the subconscious
coming through the wire
or colonial mirrors of the payors in fine paint
el greco showing their eyes soulful
cortazar speaking from the side of the bench photo
curls and spirals in his words himself
a pearl is formed of an outline with one crescendo
decrescendo creche, Jesus is born of a December second where joy lives, an instant,
a grain of sand, a grain of saint, a piece of salt, saltpeter peace
love mixed with all the pain of all those who have died for nothing, nothing?
and the love is perfect compost
wherein new babies form pearl bubbles at breasts
yet it weighs
incandescent the sky in winter broken opalescent lavender ices
the winter glaze in doom's eyes is shock still milk curdled cold
and something still still survives
it is ghosts living within you amid laughter and traffic gurgling
a leaf falls spiralling with variable factors: mass, shape,
position on limb, angle on limb, gravity,
air current on start, currents during fall,
this barring people, cars, tree limbs, other leaves, chance
the odd candelabra
as light as smoke, as heavy as that smoke from a cigarette slowly spirals
hangs in the air,
and falls, your breath into it steady creates a lower stream
which causes smoke to
stretch itself and curl like a cat's back,
or suddenly like a thoughtstream snaps --
a snowflake melts --
December 9, ©1998
Amy Jackson
smooth birds
sea's constant variations
smooth birds grab sandtracks
without jostling the horizontal
December 9, ©1998
Amy Jackson