SPOTLIGHT: Spacetime Nirvana by Kevin Pennington

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Kansas Breeze

Kansas breeze
can you chill
me still
or are you all
blown out?
Do you still turn
the old windmill?
Do you make waves
in the wheat stalks?
A ripple in a sea
of golden grain
that is my childhood
drowned in rain.






As Joe Feeds the Koi

I walk in a blackbird’s shadow
mumbling poetry I forgot when I was
in the realm of the dead.

I am standing on Joe’s bridge
that crosses his electric creek,
I am both living and dead.

I am writing in a death of prosperous
Lilacs. Everything is seen with eyes
the color of rust.

What are you and I, Joe?
Are we nephilim,
seraphim,
or just a hologram?

We talk comics & watch TV.
He reads me haiku he wrote in
English & Japanese:

a race of orange
under the murky water
as Joe feeds the koi.





The Day Cohen Died
(for Leonard Cohen)

I weep, as is appropriate.
It is an expected position
a moment of desperation.
I too am a poet of depression.
I too sing the blues.
You gave me permission
to be sad & tell the truth.
We all suffer in this world.
We all have a heartbreak or two.
I try your skin on for a day;
It’s tight, itchy, and grey.
Roses and kisses, the ladies man,
always in suit and tie,
footprints in Hydra’s sand.
So long to you & Marianne.




Origami

The past is a folding flower,
a garden growing toward
paradise. unfurling reality,
our past and futures are one,
the shape of a tesseract
moving in perpetuity.
It is a massless particle,
a place of unknowing,
partially memory and Nirvana,
rolled into one piece of sushi.




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