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Thirteen-eight° up on the wire and bird fly by from wire to wire and you are up there higher math while I am down here high on crack I mainline smack don’t need a dust mask need a hockey helmet bird fly by. _____________ ° 13,800 volts, a common voltage on the pole

But the shortest path between any two pointsis not the point. A straight path does not existfor all surfaces. Sour faces are not attractive.In fact, no face exists for the humiliatedBut that is pointless despite the pores.The bottom line is a collection of pointsunder the table, a flat surface generouswith straight lines. Are there gay lines?

A bit of play...though my wife did use boiling water on the ants!

😀 I see what you mean...may have been!

An old one. I do like the ghost genre in poetry: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/47546/the-listeners

Thanks Tony. Yes, they seem a friendly crowd of folk involved. Enjoyed the readings they did. Sense of sharing about the publication. best Phil

Bob, your thoughts are inspiring, of genuine love and dedication to the loved one. It brings a touch of physical reality and not just pure imagination. Indeed, the thoughts in the fragment of your poem is reflective of it. Tony, thanks for recognizing the tone. I am also glad that it reflects my own writing in someone's else poetic style.

Thanks Tony for the read. I tried writing poetry as fun, random words with no apparent coherence and unified meaning. I will post some of them someday here.

Phil, these poems transport me. They speak to me. This trifecta starts out like an autobiography and culminates in a biography of ... me? Nice work (again)! Tony

Very well done and excellently presented. (I don't recall this poem.) It puts me in the mood for one of my four favorite seasons! Tony 😀

Phil, I'm pleased to see this, elegantly presented, in an appropriate publication. Awesome! Tony

Nicely presented, concrete. I love it! Tony

Joel, the emulation is there, but your unique voice sounds through. Tony

Juris, this is accessible. Hear, hear! 😀 That's right. It speaks to me and sounds like something I could say over and over, again. Tony

Hints of Blakes' The Tyger give rise to this altogether new creation. I love how they demand it. Damn, that speaks to my way! It's novel, and: brings it round, full circle ... to the tiger. Tony

Joel, this is terrific. I love how it meanders yet remains on point. And that is something i can appreciate very much. Thankfully, the art form, poetry, is vast. Tony

Joel: Your poem is very much understood; I like it. I must add, as a young couple there was a time when we enjoyed a child-like closeness while bathing together. It unknowingly strengthened our love for each other mentally, rather than physically. Today, both now in our eighties, my wife is semi-invalid. Upon awakening I wash her body completely and dress her daily. This physical touch is a necessity, even if it is only for an hour, but it serves to strengthen our love for each other even more so. (A partial quote from another poem I wrote:) Love should not be taken for granted;

Juris, I am glad that the sense of celebrated ordinariness of two people enjoying a common bath tub carried through 🙂

I enjoyed the sentiment, the skillful presentation of very real, yet hard to label feeling, wonder combined with ennui? 😉 maybe. Thanks for sharing! J

TY JJ! Appreciate the comments and indeed the LANGUAGE poets did inspire this;-) Juris

Childlike, joyous before your eyes,feet on the bathtub, and starry-eyed.wish we had fins so we can stay immersedon our make-believe sea. We enjoythe insipid rubber-duck as it getstossed, every where, in our smallspace we call happiness. Wrapped upin our carefreeness, life's trawlawaiting in the depths, to catchyou and I unaware. Mute as the rosefloating on the water, ephemeralbut glorious in its redness, redas blood that once floated in theriver Nile.Warm like heated water, hidden partlyby warm vapors, like bubbles children burstin laughter, one by one, you and I.This is intimacy-to be cramped

Tony, thank you for reading, for allowing me to share the humanity of seeing friends lost to cancer.

I like the kaleidoscope of imagery in your poetry combined with its lyrical flowing rhythm. You repeated "fires" twice with a "flames" making the image appear thrice for emphasis, I suppose. Could the California fires inspired this?

I like this form of poetry because it is in the spirit of my favorite Language poets but not totally inaccessible. From a time context, it appears to me two snaps in time. From a setting context, a point of departure and departed. Alongside the meaning associated with the quoted words is the powerful image of a tomb surrounded by "bold white flowers". The ambiguity is there also in the "we" as only one has a clear gender identity. The speaker's gender is not purposely identified. I like the alliteration in "she asks because", "never/Afford therapy", and "solid epitaph".

I have a poem appearing here https://thebangorliteraryjournal.files.wordpress.com/2020/09/tblj-issue-12-1.pdf#page=76&zoom=auto,-27,25 best Phil