Comfort Zone

I find space and brace between eyebrows
Underneath layers, blankets like snow

Inside cluttered culture closets
Seeking nose slide revisions as it

Breaks away beneath me, I start to lose it
Before it even touches me, I cannot reach

I cannot see from behind or ahead
Forgot it lost itself in jest years ago

When I flaked out and left you all
One could say… strategic avoidance

I won here in this space, tricking myself in vain
While my veins run dry from the blood

Believing beyond the sea’s journey
What is left now if the mucky-muck

Has broken up with all of my flaws?
It is still not right, it is still not going to be

Light enough to joke about even with you
The band-aid is off, not ridding the shadow

But changing its cast once again
Just don’t know how long it is going to last

Though it doesn’t seem to matter much
The darker spots lost in the ruts

In the muck we mock diving dolphins
More divine than any of us

Living lives numb in highlighted shadows
A paradise playing parodies of ourselves

Maybe it is just enough to get by to
Rely on crucial distractions as

Maudlin reminders, so sickly sweet
Keep us going, keep on trucking

Dance if you have half a heart because
I can’t stand it standing by to complain

Or opt out and fall like the rest of them

©Nisi 2015.


Reminiscent of Birding

Oz Park a break on a bench
crows are crowing dogs are shitting
baby stroller wheels set turning
Scarecrow looms over Emerald City
his job to keep peace / the crows at bay

All seem to work with silent beats
Old town scrap metal collectors
they have something to say in Oz
commandeer grocery carts chock-full
they push look to play small parts

Dog owners pretend at strange elderly
act friendly to goo and to gaga
first buffoon smiles for the new
grandpa wants a hot dog eyes peel
to baby knowing he has to wait
Nana’s Chicken Cacciatore

©Nisi 2015.

An Evening In Venice

There was a color present never seen before

Shades between turquoise and garden’s fresh smell

Felt it sliding down from tree house heights and I am inspired

One more day to smell the tawny breath of Aegletes

The shape was three-dimensional and rotating

I tried to reach out and grab it to touch or caress

Under the soapy hands had slipped away the shape

Spinning reverse back into the unknown chasms

Faster than a ghost can laugh at you for summoning

Tears of the mourning in such delightful acceptance,


©Nisi 2015.

Murder Mystery Solved

Just as Persephone, she was seized against her will.
Fatally, and perhaps futilely the domestic schism
occurred at some point in time since the marriage.
No one had heard from her in months anyway.
Relatives and friends, they would all attempt to send their love in letters.
Sporadic phone conversations were disrupted by a terrific blockade.

He wrapped her body in an old mattress,
or maybe the exact mattress
they used to consummate their love and all that shit.
The man wrapped her up all snug-like secured with
rope and various Boy Scout type knots.

Sweeping her off feet, into demonic chariot,
vaguely flying or driving, not quite floating or existing still.
I believe she only ever got to exist in those
blissful moments before the storm. The meadows were calm,
the pool was nice. The quarry led them to Styx. An abandoned quarry,
a fate sealed unforeseen, a mysterious deity

brought them all to Hades. His realm.
Sinking all the way down, as far as the depth-less ground could manage
to push off the barrier between this realm and that.

It became well known, the rape of a goddess’ daughter.
The sudden disconnection and disappearance of
a relative’s sister, someone’s daughter
does not go without notice. Ceres found
the scarf of her Persephone, left behind during the rapid seizure.
The whereabouts of her sweet sapling
seemed as clear as the spring where she had found the venerable keepsake.
She had been kidnapped. Stolen! For sure! Eureka!

Ceres was highly pissed.
So very highly pissed she hastily decided that these rabid
somewhat feral mortal beings did not deserve
the grain she so selflessly provided, those ungrateful twerps
Ceres had catered to unconditionally for far too long.
She single-handedly destroyed agricultural life for them
breaking all plows turning the soil upside down,
taking life away from their efforts.
Just as rash Hades was reprimanded,
the mortal got his.

Persephone’s mother searched the endless grounds of
ancient land in pursuit of the dear child.
My great-grandmother grew concerned.
The family was concerned. They wrote.
When they would call for her, he would manifest tales-
her going off to Chicago or Virginia to visit friends.
Suspicion grew, but the distant between Toledo and Marion
was much greater in those days.
The man forged letters in her hand writing to disguise
this elaborate journey he had gone through, for what?
Karma speaks with treats upon its tongue,
the mortal got his own tongue blabbing
boozed in a bar and was found out. The body too.

Shit, people are fucked up. People take after gods.
Gods are fucked up. Shit.

Been a Man

Alone the horse led
brazen mane swollen
flush with wind
his galloping is an

He wants to
tiptoe the meadow.

I speak first
taking mental notes audibly,

“Beneath you are legs
below that
knees that nuzzle paisley
grass and your
horseshoe claws clank
even at rest.

Count how many stripped
screws hang
in the air like X-mas lights
around your head.

Come closer.

I’ll examine it
your skull
stimulate grey matter.

See if you’ve
got the horse sense to
you’ve had the legs and balls
all along.”

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