Coyote's Shitty Poetry Dump

[Don Coyote]

Touching Harms The Art

Touching harms the art.

That placard admonishing the scores of children
from doing what is natural.
Experiencing the world with as many senses as possible.

Touching HARMS the art.

A protective litany of countless hours of impassioned labor
empowered words of defense against the ignorant and careless
who don’t  know or don’t care about an artist’s efforts.

Touching harms the art?

We are in a world of one dimension.
Sight is all the matters.
The art that can be touched is not the true Art.

Touching harms the art.

Forever guarded against the curious caresses of brushstrokes and tool marks
only the initiated are allowed to feel the heft, the strength, the weakness.
That vase is not for flowers. That dress is not for wearing. That cup is not for coffee.

Touching Harms The Art.

Receive the art passively, silently, unquestioning.
Bask in their greatness, and wallow in your meagerness.
You don’t like it because you don’t get it, can’t get it.

Touching harms the art.

Hours of work
To display for all
Ruined, you asshole.

TOUCHING HARMS THE ART!!!

Paper and pigments, porcelain and glaze
fragile transient fragments
Survivors of countless attempts.

Touching harms the art.

https://soundcloud.com/ian-woolley-9/touching-harms-the-art

[Don Coyote]

https://soundcloud.com/ian-woolley-9/no-time-to-explain-i-am-from

No Time To Explain, I Am From The Future

As I open my eyes they are stung by day.
Vision clears like the pale purple fog slowly
sublimating from the pools it lays in.

The sun is not right.
Swollen, it festers in the sky,
a boil in the heavens.

How long did I sleep?
Frozen, preserved, insensate.
Heat hammers blows upon my naked form.

Screen turn on? I wonder aloud.
Ancient decayed plastics
Shroud the scratched and pitted glass.

A loud crash and weird squawk
I turn and retch at the hot rotten blast
I cannot believe my eyes….

I am dreaming?
This can’t be true.
Dinosaurs were extinct, and dragons aren’t real.

Massive head, gaping maw, fangs longer than my arm
It lunges towards me
Faster than thought.

And then I realized how silly this all was.
This is not, as they say, my idiom.
With a graceful bow and a hand extended

The dinosaur and I
Danced

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

EXCELLENT.

[Don Coyote]

Thanks!

[Don Coyote]

https://soundcloud.com/ian-woolley-9/sets/the-void


The Void #1 – A Glance

You stare
It can’t stare back

Your brain
Manifests figments and fragments

You scream
Voiceless into
        The Void

No one
Cares






























The Void #2 – A Sequel

Tab Tab Search
Tab Tab Search
            Alt Tab   
                Unlock Phone
                        Slide Refresh
Tab
    Tab
        Search
        Autopopulate
The Void
    Where
        Who
            Anyone
        You
The Void
Tab     Tab    Search
Autopopulate
Refresh
F5

F5

F5
Hunt
    Peck
Search
    Debate
Anyone
    Someone
No Dialtone
No
    Dialtone
Hello
    Hullo
Diabolic
    Automatic
        Dialmatic
            Call Waiting   
The Void



The Void #3 – A Third Movement

T                  o
The Void
With                you

The Void
Take                you

Ta                ste
The Void

   Be Con                sumed by
The Void

T                o
The Void
You sh                 all go

Be embr                 aced by
The Void

Go                to
The Void
     And be                   embraced




















The Void #4 – A Map

Write write
    Fill
The Void

Scribble scrabble by drabble and dribble
    To fill
The Void

Write and write in a sprawling crawl
    And to hide
The Void

Watch the ink and graphite and pixel
    Heave and crawl against
The Void

Faster faster
    Maybe we can stop
The Void

Beat it back
    Line by line
The Void
Intrudes

Eyes slide around
The Void
Make it stop

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The Void The Void The Void The Void The Void The Void The Void The Void The Void The Void
The Void The Void The Void The Void The Void The Void The Void The Void The Void The Void
The Void The Void The Void The Void The Void The Void The Void The Void The Void The Void
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The Void The Void The Void The Void The Void The Void The Void The Void The Void The Void
The Void The Void The Void The Void The Void The Void The Void The Void The Void The Void








The Void #5 – A VM

I screamed into
The Void
I did not know
The Void
Had call waiting
It was full