The senses are yours to compose a world of beauty with the might of your mind.

Contents

. repose . recoil . rigour . resplendence

Repose

to lie at rest

to cause to come to stop

to position a priori

PREPOSTEROUS PUSS

The cat went crazy

as of today, hand to heart I swear, ’tis true

picked up his toy mouse, and against the door he threwnot the toy-but his bodybeggin’ for some form of attentionhis mew, like fingers dragged alongside a balloon

begged a purrty plead to pet his mangy coat-o-reeking fur pet

so I answered with a turn of my face attempting go get his needs met

to move away his pain, through a version of a sneersure his condition didn’t come by my doing

my roommate left him out loose

according to her wonderful ignorance of parasites or worms

so while the cat now damned near crazygoes now to prove, water and food aren’t enough

when love and truth require more carehe pleads my temperament with a life or death needas untrained in veterinarian services— I sink

a kind of remorse for wishing I could know how

to properly provide for this sort of demanding-'gimme now’ mode of functionality

so that poor damned cat did go crazywhile I considered who or how to pay for such a bill

not tied to hand nor will, to incur

so instead of folding down such a wallI took a bit of interest in a sigh long overduemy situationally wagging finger

held back in more deliberationas proof

neglect needs rarely to be spoken of

since form inevitably makes what is plain to seethe inner realm of that pet attestation mirrored

back to me how that damn cat went crazy.

DEEP BREATH WALK

Held beneath the ribbed cloud sky

containing vitality informing organisms

ready to drop into the below

the world breaths for what we call a universe

aggrandised by the ideal abjected from its animism

an imaginary choking on our own smog

or lands filled with waste, man-made ponds

created in haste

or countrysides accumulating iron and bones

such needs craved lay in waste

when a rest in doing aids

the subsidiary aches of belief-streams taken to heart

that part was imagined as not so long ago

a time romanticised as when people used to know

our small part grew a role evoked as soul

    an omniscient maestro

such existential issues seemed to loathe

the religions aimed to guide ignorance toward learning

instead became subjugated to the prowess

of personal pleasures warmed and warned

for even goblins will also devour truth

the laid down before glowing greeds

inside the minds with never ending needs

the continual scramble for purity breeds

a nature play with an entire handle on

each of its pawns, so then I yawn

when another lines up to feign to know

who gets to play god next— or go.

CHIP TO CHEW

One tough cookie

she spoke of me

and I pondered

if correct then

of what variety?

a snap of the ginger sort

a chip of sweet

or perhaps harden biscotti

what have we

then when packages gets slammed

what are cookies called then

crumble

hoover material

something to sprinkle on your cereal

the only thing cookies are safe from

are brooms with spaces

between each

of their bound up embraces

perhaps cookie was meant

to be nothing short of hell bent

on being whatever

buyer or user intends.

MAGNET

You possess

     the energy

to synch your stride

maintain

steady

speed

with me

  a companion

      my partner

in both heart

and but of course

mind

the kind

    of raise your glass toward

my love

we promise paths

to pave

      while all look on

with melancholic waves.

STOCK

Snapshots taken bending rules of thirds

behind our stock photo’d minds perfect and in focuslife promises to bend all such curvesmotion captured by lighting kits read-to-go paste in the internets download books from the webpretend to substantiate matter

when a look sometimes

is as it seems or only appears

as a ghost of a dreama gag-reflex cliché

of one thousand wordssilently spoken in an imagemulling over that thoughtframed as subjective reasonbreathing impatient sighsI-resign to communal passive logicso sure of choices

my doubts provide me sufficient shade

for greater good of man

likely notI still take my handskim  pages of paper and analogue processesas an alternate to the banality

your very own book of stock photography

can also become compiled too.

ALIVE HAPPENING

With a pound to the steering column in a raised right fist to air voice  - a*****e learn to drive -escaped my lips  - a red-bottomed baboon would provea better navigator than you - so I saw he had the I own the road mentalityto an extent I suppose we could all dip inbut when did that become an excuse forthe sort of sun in the eyes blindto unsuspecting pedestrianor line of student holding hand crossingmaybe there’s a baby in towor bad day black glow

taking a step into the streetto be grazed by tire treadoh my-that’s not the consequence of abusy be the life-or cell phone to headreach for spilling coffeepleasantly distracted exuding

by proclaimed dreams as an excusethe demand toward responsibility

remains porous as skin

just how the hell do so manywear rain coats as a remedyor find alibi in popping pain pills

or thickened skinned from tanning booth beds

the growing internet communicationin all its ruminationfeeding tubes for a lack of contentment

yet also lets distance

minds know about

the flippancy toward bodies in the street

and the way writing poems

makes my throat sore

anything our lives require

surrounds our already herewarm sunshine  peaceful breezy airtender grass bedsflowering stemsblossoming buds sharp hail or cleansing rain dropletsour nutrient dense earthoffers social skill lessons from fawns, fish, babies and bunny rabbitsin their similarities are perceptually discrepancieslocked within their nucleic acid

formative keys

such doors opened douses life

in opportunity, so I must warnis this a journey that results in anything being happyor does the endless searching for certaintyforce us to choose so many state

instead of resisting the fear to incur strife and in the fear succumb to just barely being alive?

All from nearly being ran over; I’ll keep making my chances.

PAN

Let me take a napI tried to say

because someone mentioned

it’s good for the bodybut such force-ably made thoughtsonly evoke wide eyed states

in lots of uncondusivecircular thoughts

perhaps spinning

a meandering dream dragging alertness down

while drifting offtugged by another sort of ropedemanded from this morningscaffeine joltIstand.

© Mari Amman. All Rights Reserved.

Poetry, Prose &Suche VOL III.

First edition 2023, electronic distribution. Text and Images by Mari Amman.

The poems contained within this volume were drafted circa 2006-2009, in Chicago, USA, and edited during spring 2023 in Paris, France, with the enormous support of The Trélex Residency.

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