BB Tyler

BB Tyler Jul 2018

goldoak

filigree trees
firelight gilded

BB Tyler Jul 2018

a ring of stone under water
a breathless figure sits
between red coral-fingers
blue eye-fish
and from her hand the lava pours

steam
running away with the motion of stone
leaving silent twisted images
basalt black
wracked back
spinal cord columns
to salt
and become green
and beautiful with algae

Violent underwater mother
birthing continents

all mineral
gem
metal
plant and animal
birthed
thru her
and the sand that is the
product of so many
ancient fey stone and glacier
meeting each other again
and again
and the sun
and the wind
the river
the hoof
the root
the heel
the rot
the sand that is
the mana
that make
the motion
the Aa
and Pahoehoe
slowly rolling new mass of life
that we are
is!

submerged
remembering
remembering

a ring of stone under water
a breathless figure sits
between red coral-fingers
blue eye-fish
and from her hand the lava pours

BB Tyler Jul 2018

riprap

memories
floating thru my mind like clouds
i wonder how
to get them down
fit them in a box and wow
the time in now
my sock are brown
so many towns
these feet have seen
these dreams don't mean
a thing to me
it seems obscene
to be lost in every reverie
i hold myself so heavily
when what i need 's
a little levity
to know there's nothing that can never be
still I wonder if i'll every see
the sun rise
sky
markt with clouds
like ice on fire
loud as hell
like the whole bell tower
from the spire fell
and rang deep
thru the peaks
stood stone still
to watch in all go down
and how
is that the question needing asking
or why is it
I see so many faces close to me
that feel the need for masking

BB Tyler Jul 2018

Untitled

pleasure and pain
pleasure and pain
here we go again
playing the same game
my eyes peeled
for beasts to tame
real worlds wandering
wondering am I still sane
tonight a different face still the same name
it's a shame
still no one to blame for this missed opportunity
do the movies know they're moving me?
is this truth really true to me

BB Tyler Jul 2018

unwitting

what does ocean spray
speak of the deep?
some salt-dark message is carried there
to be heard
on our lips

I am only an ambassador
emissary of something
I know not
I have not opened the letter
I have left that to you

speak!
speak they say
but they tell not of what

so like a bowl
the fruit
the grain
the ashes
are held no different

as a messenger
my only wish...
is
not to be shot
and (make that two)
to disappear
on delivery
of the message

I must away
the ocean calls me
deep

BB Tyler Jul 2018

overdone

at times i feel
that a second stanza
ruins the first

at times
i just can't help myself

BB Tyler Jul 2018

guts

the guts are the logs of a fire that burns thru every eye and ear hole
smoke pouring from my mouth
the whole house a home
ablaze
warming tired feet
but burning the toes
and keeping me awake

who is it writing poems at this hour?
surely the cinders grow weary
surely the morning has more life
ahh but the something in my guts
pumping the bellows
ringing the bell
and shouting up the chimney
"THIS IS ALL THAT REMAINS!"
and I understand
watching the fire wane