Sunday, June 23, 2013

Performance


On stage, I
Riff, I
Jive
Trip sure-footed o’er a sketchy framework stretched above
Abyss, no net
No notes
No fear
Confident in my ability
To slip, recover
Veiling minor gaffes with
Persiflage, some
Verbal slight-of-hand
Knowing that no matter how I divigate
I’ll stick the landing
Dead on time

Why not on the strip?
It’s a kindred act—Improv drawing on a
Repertoire of skills
Compiled aptitudes
Drilled until they’re
Practically innate

I need to graft my viva-voce assurance
Onto somatic challenges
Revel in an
Unrevealed solution
Trustful of my ad-lib creativity
My zombic intuition

Then perhaps my predatory dance
Liberated from its rigid choreography
Would transmogrify into unscripted creativity 

Drawing by SillyRedPanda

Thursday, June 6, 2013

Composition


A wordled mass lies
Tangled on the page
Awaiting
Order

Somewhere deep inside lie
Knotty insights
Convoluted,
Mute

Thoughts
Born in
Structured linearity
Earbud into disarray

Thus
Entropy
Asserts dominion
Over its demesne

I, in quiet
Mannerly rebellion
Coax words to higher
Orbits

Nurture their potential
Energy, their
Probal density their
Weight

As they, upon collapse
Emit a tiny light to
Quantify the
World

Illustration from Shimmerzine.com