Mid-Day Here and There (Book 1) - Cheryl Penn (South Africa)/ David Stone (Usa) - (Collaborative Poetry Book 2 )

Cheryl Penn (South Africa)/David Stone (USA)

Mid-Day Here and There

In-between the middle of

A Cimmerian day –

Extinct Herodotus

The sun is heated here.

Chartreuse boiled pavements /  melting tar

Hot shadows too tired to follow

Ambivalent owners.

& Thucydides' objective Fiction

wherein

is the wonder

of the reels

of the last past.

Widened cracks in worn pavements -

Fissure abyss by an unsettled sun

Amphipolis exile

Chopin fluster number 5.

Agitation - 

Time to knock on walls of

An empty world -

Ticking clocks,

setting suns

the day slowly unwinds.

The beat of the sun I had done the time colonized apt

sweated the beast

earlier

much

we sung

Musickal

shaken

waited

Ra's

alphabetical

plunge.

“tiny bead of life” in a count-down

Abacus

to a shorter day.

As Red As Rubicund Blood

As Red as Ra

As Red as a day reducing

Mid day moves from here to there

Ra Ra Bocce

But Silence still shouts at the Bridges of Between.

Ra

rated; behind the soundstage

the fireball filled

the messengers.

fuel.

ozone

facts

filtered

the cinematic trial.

Midday Today

No Cinema Nouveau

Sirens/guns toi-toi/chants  disordered fireball-real.

Messengers of Chaos

Another trial.

“Bring petrol, I’ve got matches

we’ll set their cars on fire”

anger redder than a ruby sun,

Chopin plays on.

the muse of the streets on Broadway ill disposed tonite I bought wrought iron rings songs fires

I tromped paid cash lied all night however

ill

dispossessed

rings

diadems

entropies

caught

at night

the night that we brought

cleansed

performance

agents.

Noon too nite

In the shadows of a thousand clocks

time 

urging them on.

There is no stay to atrophy

No diadem for entropy

No cleansing of performance

No dispossession of license

To live

THIS life this night this minute this yoctosecond this quark. 

Dispossession-the quill

the quotient

the mind

Gehirngeist

spoke

spokes

rotated

the drum

foil

above

the green

blue

sea

scape.

Alone in the flavor  of a Quark

Looked like a green blue sea -

  Strange up down bottom charm up

Locked in a litany of eulogies

My sun starts to set.

Panegyrics panic

Bats bolt

And we

Stand

at the fringes of our lives

Watching

Eons unfurl.

We walked.

Traveled

around the sea

water

pieces

of time

expired

long

wait

soldered

and spoke.

The sun through a hole in the sky

Is Aurora borealis bright

particles colliding over the walked round see.

Tick tock

Seconds lock

Expiration implodes and

Time bears all her sons away.

Its just mid day -

We have a thousand hours to go -

To stay

To wait

To soldier

To muster

To master

To BREATHE

This tiniest bead of life.

The breath in winter being tempered

attempt

to cry

best

yelled

at

the breeding

sun.

The wind changed -

The rock of Oreb

Came into view

Un-By-Passed by an avenging angel

People part like split atoms

under the nib of Agrippa the Skeptic.

Heat splintered shards of rain and tears

Do but pierce the veil of uncertainty -

The way is never clear.

a selection

sought

i

paid

cash

at the bar.

watched

people whistle in.

the smell

of chargrill

as oil

dripped

over

a flaming table.

Abstract Conscious Construct

In which I dwell

selection at sea

no place to hide

relentless tide

chargrilled to perfection.

A minute so short

a lifetime second

oil seeps

through and stains the

Bar

All

From

Here –

And there.

the objection

the crowd

sat

drinking

and spilling

secrets?

from the vault

offfended

some

special

promise.

Paper coasters

Sullied spilled secrets

Picasso  coffee stains.

Crowds throng -

Are you lost?

red is my favorite colour

I like your hair

where did you buy your dress

WHO is that

another please…

G & T - with bitters?

Mince and Rice

Soap thrashing in the

Washing

Machine -

Your Objection Was Mute.

the bar hordes cheered -

out of time with Liszt.

La campanella S t r e t c h.

yes I wandered into the crowded aisle

I cannot

see

the beach

I swam

and forgot

to swallow

air.

lungfish lunged

priceward.

isolate the crowd

the machine gun chatter -

dune beach wind

stinging salted sand

dark tone heaven heavy 

on

low key green

tumbling foam

Of a mercury sea.

To see is not at stake here

Or there.

at stake the attached

attachee

weight

zone

elements

being

seen

cleaned

the whole forest

stall

it is empty

now

and glowed

with supper.

We wrench

from words

an inexorable

infinity

one

at

a

time.

The spoke gained time

we wrenched

sought

absolution?

per diem.

Theocrats

stuffed

articles

congealed

in the congress.

There can be no absolution

from a man and his spokes congress

time splinters

godless crusades

versus

Josephus theocracy.

‘man’

minces

masters

mangles

a manacled moment

with which to wrest

from

the pillar of fire by night.

a thought

crossed

my table

a tableture

sprinkled

you don't know history

said Jasmine

I tried

we visited

the Oriental Institute.

I looked

at the ancient

knives.

tableware.

silver.

goblets.

pardon.

I beg

forgive me

I thought

across

the dark

bleak

avenue.

Did you knock

history enquired

an aging institution in itself.

Tear Lined Avenues

Awash with the past

Wait

With bated knives.

I drove through

Warrick Triangle

To get to work -

I have no words

to say

to

pay

to lay

me down before I sleep.

THE KNOCK.

the lock.

open it.

come in.

later.

life.

evolved.

a federal file

unopened.

the pivotal knock

perfectly precise

Most times called The End.

closed files

stuck turnstiles

apples falling silently in

federal fishtanks.

midday  evolution revolution

has to sway

here

and there

trapped in the noon day sun.

The knock.

the time frame of the big band was one trillionth of one trillionth of one trillionth of one second.

Lord Berkeley covered his eyes with his hands,could not see this cataclysmic event occur,

to be is to be perceived

in

side

the per

i

scopic

site

of

this

fever

ed end.