travis chaney
selected
poetic
compositions
vol. 1
Published by Travis Chaney at Smashwords
Copyright 2011 Travis Chaney
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composition 362
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(-lOgOs)
composition 356
kiss my lady
every pretty part partake in
loll then gag
luster that luster lustily
imbrown thighs and shoulders with sunlike gestures
kiss me then
every projecting piece
lull then gig
last then lastly lie
impurple the lowly servant in plushy royal folds
composition 161
(applebee's plebes)
the girls in backless stringtied tops speak smoke puffs shuffle feet perk pechos sip beer cheer boys babble table wobbles girls burst alive boys fiddle with freedom the backwards boy at the bar watches the boys at the table fondle the girls with fabulous fancies leaves a tip splits spent
composition 72
there is no garden like a public square
when in scurry or in sloth
the sun will catch the children
make them glow
the fountain at the center of the park
is a stubblefaced geezer rambling on about the corruption of kings
the rain begins
umbrellas balloon
the public square is full of almost circles
composition 370
dramatic shade
the trees along the Avenida Ejército
block the intense Peruvian sun
pretty cholos
a solo
en groups of three
create breeze
and then sun again
there is music everywhere
melodies spilling out from the combis
cadent with destinations
impatient beeps from swarming taxis
and whistles in the mouths of expressionless traffic police
trio verdadero
bluest sky i've known
the skipinmystep
sprung
from the vibrancy of youth
mine theirs
nearby volcanoes loom
contemplating bursting
(there are probably temblores
leves breves
under my feet)(there
are greater tectonic motions
swirling underneath:
dances
spun by nevadas
and enamorados
besuqueando
in nooks in parks (my windows
rattle i totter))
no clouds to block the sun
(bluest sky penetrating translucencies of (e)smog)
this is no normal sun
it rages and energizes
when it can
between buildings
youdon'tunderstandthisisnonormalsun
(i know why the incas worshipped this sun)
(i know why the viejos barely move)
(i know why the jóvenes embrace in corners)
i soak up every ray of this everydayday
counting each black brick
(probably quaking)
i scan every face for every story
i look inside every vehicle capturing every outward glance
i inhale every toxic fume
blackening lungs and busts of war heroes
shade the sun again
interchanges of coolth and warmth
winter in July
i want every July to be winter
i want every sky to be the dome above Arequipa
i dance standing still
microseismic playground
Funes el memorioso
capturing every texture in this faraway hereandnow
composition 255
plaid will come and go
earthtones pinstripes polkadots
your smile adorns all
composition 256
creating rare
from a violin hums soul:
regina carter
composition 257
two heads at a board
minds move pieces here and there
then a hand moves one
composition 5
fivepruned to the grave
wherefrom prunes arise
composition 114
thomas teaches asymptote
utilizing eloquencies like "doohickey"
thirdrow fourthdesk a redhead looks up from numbers she copied down
(marker squeaking her brain squeaking the pen recording the sound of a
lostandpuzzled hmmm)
fourthrow thirddesk: the face of someone immersed cries cogito ergo sum
(descartes is squeaking the marker squeaking)
i wanna be polynomial function
i wanna have limits
and still ascend toward infinity
composition 337
big booty bounce black butt
yellow feather yellow yell
dancin' in the street
heat feet sweat beat neat treat
so many teeth
gold teeth gold ring gold
little folks in feathers
big folks in pink plumes
cigarettes with long ashes on lips