listing toward repetitive action

March 31, 2014 § Leave a comment

after all of these incarnations
all of this wandering
seemingly
seamlessly
between dimensions
should I
thank Möbius
or admonish him
for
mapping
this endless trek

(c) 2014 Fred Whitehead

knife work

March 27, 2014 § Leave a comment

at company picnics
I would watch
my father stick

one slippery clam
after the other
shucking between sips

of his Genny pounder
he’d take one from ice,
pocket knife

slipped between shells
then a twist,
never once dropping one

or injuring
a finger or thumb
in doing this –
truth is

I can barely handle
something as unassuming
as a dry bagel

without nearly performing
Yibitsume right there
at the morning

kitchen island,
always expecting to wrap
a stub protruding
from my hand

with a napkin
and masking tape
as would my old man,

if ever
the blade
makes its way
to a place
it ain’t meant to

(c) 2014 Fred Whitehead

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March 26, 2014 § 2 Comments

there is a caldera preparing to split the thin membrane that has contained fury for a millennia

on delivery
a collective
“why me?”
will resonate above
the maelstrom –

that
is what the punch line
will sound like

a brief hush will settle
over the crowd
before they get it

then,
laughter

(c) 2014 Fred Whitehead

chant

March 24, 2014 § Leave a comment

sometime in ancient or two seconds ago someone said the second time is aglow go ’round midnight or so a second try artifact attracts trial by sect the sacrificial OM the transient OM the midwifery oh my gladness how the time does go round tracks of trilobiticle creatures create paths for the neurological OM the semitropical OM the oom-pah-pah popsuckle dome of the mad hatress harkens me back to the snarkafuckation of the transcendentalists Om the industrialists OM the moonshot shithouse harlequin quintuplets let her open letters for languid lovers on lower rungs ringing bell hops hovering and hoping for airdropped distortion a rational ex-spring nation to tantalize with autobiographical OM pseudo mechanical OM psychoanalytical OM hyperhygienically manifested Om to place around the little pink ears of the living

(c) 2014 Fred Whitehead

posit

March 22, 2014 § Leave a comment

Regard
less
of the form it
takes, the unenlightened will always fear
the enlightened.
There
is no trust in
some
one who has dared to
pick the lock. Those who don’t soon
enough
will
be left with a box
layered in dust,
inlaid clues to its
con
tents
obscured.
No one will have
a clue
of the
pos s ibili ties that have
died within.

(c) 2014 Fred Whitehead

terminal

March 20, 2014 § 1 Comment

I pull the rip cord,
look up, and
I do not see
a chute

there is always the
chance
that I will be that
rare unmoored vessel
that is
caught just before
impact and
the accompanying
transmutation into
a thousand
shards of myself

each newborn
facet
reflecting the light
of the world in a
completely
different way

a scenario that
has it’s
advantages,
would be something
a philosopher
might say

maybe so

but, as he perfects
the pensive look
and makes up
answers for
a select group of fans,

I’m busy contemplating
the tensile strength
of nylon,
moving at
250 feet per second
toward the
inevitable

(c) 2014 Fred Whitehead

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March 19, 2014 § Leave a comment

engaged
in battle with
the current occupier
of my
mind
well, not so much
a battle
really,
more like two
kids
vying for attention
at the
table –
sharp elbows
shifty eyes
spilling gravy
bellowing
to be handed
the salt
of the
earth

(c) 2014 Fred Whitehead

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