My Poetry

New phone number

travischaney — Thu, 10 Jul 2008 11:44:00 GMT

Please record my new phone number: 541-227-9633

composition 361

travischaney — Mon, 11 Feb 2008 17:35:32 GMT

slam poet lame.stop. (please.sing.) you have cheapened the Ars by showing your arse by wagging your tongue exhaling your carbon dioxide (when you silence your tongue the superverbal radiance radiance will aerify then full of breath the reader-listeners’ brains will capture, fire (you will be tree)) you cannot fast talk your way to poethood your whirls of words are empty gas-motions re-motions of emotions dustdevils like other dustdevils you.sound.the same. be a tempest after which descends copious showers a quadrillion droplets of rise let there be agmas and velarizations instead of accelerations let there be flipped fricatives and guttural glottal greenery let your elisions and apocopations have some space if you want to wear berets and slits of goatees the groove high. dizzy ingly i have seen twinkles in your fireworks: with one spark bring into being a sun which catches loose heavenstones and makes them dance for eons on

composition 357

travischaney — Mon, 28 Jan 2008 20:44:15 GMT

bosom booms bazooms mambo bob mamma mamo ambo bab---

composition 360

travischaney — Mon, 28 Jan 2008 20:43:25 GMT

i outran man outdid id deified i ran down (dre)am let loose est

composition 353

travischaney — Sun, 22 Jul 2007 00:00:52 GMT

al ways new poly gons the night is triangulating opening at opening at opening wet tew tre z

composition 352

travischaney — Sat, 21 Jul 2007 23:49:27 GMT

someday our gesture will be a paragraph in our parallel eyes will drift requests and invitations pronations and supinations will fill up the silence with silence the rocking of our torsi will sort out differences until differences disintegrate into different twists and then our chats will move beyond that beyond body starts and jerks of flesh beyond eyes and glances catching glances holding stares we will walk through the mists of each other and know who and what and where our spirits will dance in playful dialogue but our tongues will still be there because our flesh will still be there still needing lingual stimulation and phalangeal touching of base

composition 317

travischaney — Sat, 28 Apr 2007 03:03:48 GMT

with you i’m so small inside the temple of you my tiny voice falls

poem 9 for (m)and(y)

travischaney — Sat, 28 Apr 2007 02:59:26 GMT

now that the sky has felt your eyes it chooses bird clusters and cloud textures and evening reds to thank you and the sun bakes on your brown making visible your smile giving your light light with nabokov on your chest and sentences dancing in your mind you fall to sleep in the afternoon so that the spirits who wander wonder at you love sculpture flesh song i was shining but beaming now the air carried your wish the Way resected the ways organ music blood happy love painting the spirits who stay sway gaily gazing at me napping in the afternoon with mingus on my heart and sentences swirling in my mind making visible my soul giving my shine shine the sun warms on my orange thanking me it selects trees to activate between shadows gives flight to bumblebees now that the sky has felt my eyes

poem 4 for m(and)y

travischaney — Thu, 22 Feb 2007 14:33:54 GMT

my whole arsenal of words sputters when i attempt a bigexplosive description of your justrightness my paintbrush splatters (hand all jittery) my chisel slips (arm gone on the goddess) my choreographed dance fell into interpretive dance flailing happily across the stage twirl embonpoint moonwalk flop i forgot the words so i'll just scat let go of melody and just wail like an unattended barely walking baby with crayon in hand headed for a big white living room wall

missive (in passion) for the people of this planet in 16 fragments (of yellow and orange)

travischaney — Thu, 18 Jan 2007 23:23:11 GMT

1 listening to the acorns falling clanking on things below i ponder the constant sounds and the few heard the dead leaves into which they fall the sagacious tree from which descend overlooked things (stepped over) ((crunched into)) the squirrels which scurry, sustained i let go of the Limb fell in full hearing while you were sleeping future tree i gathered you in to my little hands winter coming storing you in nooks then in my body small creature listened as the wind sent you earthward awake in the night i heard you (clank) ((leave s)) 2 i arise in the morning bursting with erection i fall asleep priapus pulsing i need the together-stroke the eye-swims between humming kisses my foot sliding across the top of yours your foot slipping down mine the tensioning which leads to tightening the letting go which stops the breath my hands on the protrusions in the apertures yours around-upon and under-through the intromission the intermission the readmission the emission the rest the always unimaginable rest the New 3 strings through which runners run having finished the race falling in two trampled chests stretching for it then it is broken drifting done with the runners are lying on the ground on the other side panting one smiling the string is gathered up disposed of from the pistolpow! until it is reached reached for strived after panted toward (maybe even hurtled toward) focused on then forgotten 4 between your breasts my lips taste your heartbeat quicken your electric fuzz on my bellybutton leftward i reach a pinnacle rightward i reach a pinnacle i descend into the heights of you quickened heartbeat over quickened heartbeat your perspiration on my forehead 5 i have rolled tumbled aloft lightgray heavy sprinkling megatons of ice gently quietly* muffling every footstep erasing every footstep *harmlessly magnanimously look out from the comfortable side of your window collapse into the vision of all the colors of white put on mittens put on scarf toboggan on what i rained flail in the softness, snow angel look up and imagine yourself flying (the flakes still) there is a gray circle drilling through it is the sun about to bounce on the spectacle in the weight things bow beautifuller in clarified air 6 sheathed in you i move justbarely bowstring sixteenth note upperlip kiss lowerlip lick half rest animato! long strokes whole notes bars and bars of moving music corpus cavernosum chorus pizzicati note crescendo note crescendo whole rest i move justslightly sheathed movement movement movement coda (ova tion) 7 contemplating bursting on the jagged rocks so afraid of heights dangling the edge is receding my feet sweating what would my head look like how would my leg crack sound how many days before the lump of flesh is found my hands sweating there is no rail here no rail what if the land landslides fall that should exhilarate fall that ends in new world so small below so slippery behind edge that is closer closer under my heels i don't like you edge my heart ra.... 8 such lips on such hips rush tips and switch thrusts i will always feel that first inside-you i will always know that burst inside-you between those dreams our bodies illuminated the midday gush lusts when kiss pelvises beneath which drips wish 9 more sky seeping through the bare branches less hidden birds necessary cold inevitably leafless when the sun fades this far everything tires more conspicuous birds barely break the silence more sky penetrating looms less far 10 in the triangular form of our two bodies there is same stuff as the cores of stars you rising at my horizon you zenith i gaze we shift around into a rectangle i set on your horizon in visible separations of light then at other right angles we transcend time nebulae with hugebrilliant things forming in our singular belly (icyrocky remnants of us drifting off into the vastness) 11 through the vessel of you flows true between lava and sun love on the boson love in the marsquake love in the roar of the butterfly wingstroke love around the fingers around the fingers if you feel the ubiquitous pulse you have heartbeat if you have heartbeat you walk on the earth and make it roll under your feet if you have feet you can walk straightfoward or in curves and meet yourself over and over you are the lungs through which inhales exhales heaven earth love in oxygenated blood 12 underneath your aperture shined on moistened i suddenly sense the oneness grip underneath your rhythmic aperture i expand outwardupward weightless beneath your heavy repeated fall underneath your accelerating aperture drips bead my river into your ocean your ocean into my sky growing bursting filling sudden first then your sudden second grip release one flow 13 people say their gorgeous things and run i am singing at their occipital protuberances wholeness at their elbows the sound bends as they break away i heard it the trees shook she told me that my smile makes blue babies breathe it keeps ricocheting around in my head into the horizon sink the flashing folks the darting ones sinking fully fled mellifluous i will tell you gorgeous things while you face me before you expect it and then i will stand there unfleeing whole undarting while trees tremble 14 what if while undrunk we felt that we-know-what with the lights wholly on we bounced here and there what if we spoke while we moved who would our selves be without those shields over ribcages over hearts what if while unstoned we gazed on the epidermises of each other hearing the veinlets woosh underneath what if we unlearned who we are (even i even you) gazed amazed again then grazed then razed (strangers forgetting what-ifs) 15 sled on the ice before it melts away run up the hill over and over and in between laugh with the earth under the snow as you descend ascendingly stand on the beaches whereat ocean waves lap build castles in the sand or dolphins before there are tides there that do not recede dive outwardly into that enormous loving moving body before you have to escape inland from its fury speak with trees they know all they watch you when you're holding hands and exhale contently they laugh when you ignore them in the winter they tingle when you climb them (not words not words emanations) speak with them before the blasts disleaf them before we leave on ships or in death gaia is withdrawing her spirit now but not her love open up and yawp on the hilltop while it is still a pinnacle 16 so now we lie in various fluids our bodies still twitching with aftershocks positioned in reposeful pose where they expired in pure ecstasy happy limpness all around every pore open and listening smiles on faces and behind them our brains lit up then one falls asleep then another there is no pain or poverty or war only an unundoable cord this is where we're going this is the glimpse of that Return whether we reach for it or not repose open listening repose

missive (in love) for the people of this planet in 32 fragments (of green)

travischaney — Sat, 06 Jan 2007 14:12:00 GMT

1 in the beginning were colors unnamable sparks within souls then someone decided to grunt them then enunciate them in one or three syllables and now we describe them into strings of six-or-so numbers and letters and we are far away from knowing yellow and even further from the shocks of green and orange rarely happens because orange is only spoken (o)range (o)rang(e) oh hh h (h) ( h ) ( . ) 2 cowboy out of the westernhorizon sun conspicuously rides into town that one strip over which cross tumbleweeds and bonneted ladies quiet there is fear horses and undertakers stop in their tracks cowboy with two six-shooters burning on his hips only draws a breath and smiles stroking a long mustache half from under a ten-gallon hat hairstrands blow quietly people shuffle again. People, shuffle (breathe) 3 world, you are a tree that has fallen and littlefurry forestthings scurrywaddle over the horizontal parts of you that were once vertical those padded paws are massaging messages onto into you: grow they are squeaking and chattering little verbs at you: grow i have seen perpendicular trees i know you are not dead the roots are bare(ly) there bare, but there 4 there is a wondrous paleskinned girl unleashed on the world with an eagle over her breasts umlauts she lunges at things ("she walks around in circles") when the Universe recited her i listened then answered call and response like Cecil Taylor and Dennis Chambers like Donner then Blitz "sine waves" was all she had to say and it was more than anyone has ever said ever paleskinned girl unleashed on the world she skips because the world is still moving skipping nothing it is still rotating it is still revolving it is not still hurtling toward perhaps Always 5 i cry because you forgot how and feel because you don't now i "namaste" even when you fail to bow although you don't i dow i will lift you when another may cow sometimes you darken and sometimes i wow i'm not the only one (and even I die) 6 we all have breaths 'bigger than circus tents' ringsful of polkadotted jugglers elephantloads of strongmen heads in lions teetering funambulists cottoncandy wideeyed wonder popcornvending stairwalking clowns with painted tears clowns with genuine smiles "ladies and gentlemen, kids of all ages:" we all have departures when the tent implodes 7 lemme tell ya somethin' 'bout God: that Cat don't preach nor does that Arm reach He is somewhere between beyond and gone She has woven in to all All we are That RATATAT you hear That? The Originator speaks through Dr. Seuss when he rhymes about hyperactive striped-bodied frizzyhairs speaks through a little girl named Amber when she paints on pink construction paper in watercolors jazz composers are apostles of light Allah's mouth is a trumpetshaped Jah doesn't build fences only great expanses in which to roam between sunrises the Moon behind the clouds prepares a ser- mon between starry nights the Sun is pulling great trees from the ground and dropping tiny acorns CHUGGALUGGA CHUGGALUGGA even in a trainengine a song goes out to pharaohs and from somewhere between outside and beyond that Cat watches this Work work 8 yesterday you left but the world is so round that you'll see me again 9 copulation is a song that should not be sung just once it is not a haiku it is a multi-stanzaed piece it is amazing and most important: tongues on clits and lips on penes intromit and then you will know but only if you let yourself go don't think about your belly worry not about your smell dive and thrive live then give 10 not enough of the world has heard Dolphy Dolphy surround-sound (under and over) Dolphy with Little with so much following Coltrane leading up to Coltrane sonic fluctuations through which drummers drop happily to which bassists rise mostpeople, if you'd heard it there would be no war only flute-textured night jam sessions betwixt days of embraces folks, if you'd listened there would be no greed only clarinet-colored poetry after diurnal dancing the record player is turning let that needle go 11 radiate you must radiate when you speak you don't even have to buzz your lips or flip fricatives to say what you need to say just release open up your soul like flipping on a lightbulb and drown out the rambling stumbling tonguejuggling with photons which excite truth in frequencies you may not even imagine glow you must even if you verbalize glow let go and when you listen don't hear words don't be stabbed or fondled until you sense the colors that burst truly from the core of the soul of the interlocutor the rhythm independent of the drumstick the ticktock where there is no clock the splash where a stone has not yet been thrown let radiate you must let radiate and listen to "i love you" and feel "(i love you)" and say "((i love you))" and not run just sun 12 with is a fullness wordlessly verbose and loud without just echoes 13 the universe directs meetings in carcrashes and nicely parked bicycles builds sidewalks such that people with yellow pants pass people with red pants places on the shelf chocolate almond next to mint chocolate chip (then here comes sally to meet forevermore jimmy) makes it rain until just the right combination of people find shelter in just the right place an elbow touches a rib a coat brushes another coat it is thursday and someone came by my drive-through window right after i saw her come by my drive-through window the universe seats the passengers old souls next to new souls past which carts of beer and wine ascend and descend my shopping cart veered just right enough and i caught sight of you and my life is never the same and just when i started to fade a deejay spins a tune the web grows by one strand (crashes passes places (sp in)) 14 crow of darkest night, you have taken my heart and flown i am looking for you in the sky between the bald tree branches i hear your caw above the leafrustles at my feet black beak from black feathers dotted by black eyes in the sky you are hopelessly lost all i can hear is your corvine cries i am fallen now. tripped. broken. my heart is too heavy for your tiny talons your wings cannot stay aloft with all that mass you will drop it and i will catch it even on this moonless night crow of darkest night you have lost my heart. crow of darkest night, i let you keep your wings (,beautiful crow) ((I even let you keep your voice) ) 15 after the opening act finished and fourlegged things became two legged things after the second act ended and pharaohs became prime ministers intermission happened everyone is bustling around in the hallway now intermingling beneath chandeliers and goldtrimmed murals some have even spilled outside onto the front steps where idle chitchat holds sway the actors are having coffee the actresses are having tea intermission i am calling with this microphone i have been sent forth to gather you home plushy seats await you and grand finales i am sparkling in a million sequins get on the stage! get to your seat! i am naked now and you still won't come 16 i am where you left me petroglyph for all to read rock full of petroglyphs conversed with by ravens i am where the stars left me they are looking at me and positively shining earth on which are rocks full of messages graven scribblings from old sages are screaming from the boulder of me (time painted on the desert time placed me there) will you hear me? will you chat with me raven (ously ?) 17 a complaining canadian goose honked and waddled by the river he said "there is little flow there is little flow" accelerated until he was aloft and flew anyway kids on the monkeybars kids on the slide i am walking in ellipses hearing a leaf in the round it's veins are the map there are thousandthousand paths a thousandthousand leaves and always kids on the monkeybars and always kids on the springing elephant 18 monk clusters in the night dissonant on your spine fingers in all the knots he danced 'round the piano or in trainstations he splayed he played he strayed (unafraid) sometimes he just fell into the eyes of a bud, a pal go do-cee-do around him or catch him with your upright bass he wants to be caught hats and shades goatees and rings spaces do you know how to be you anymore, people? can you break free from the metronome? 19 when a hand holds mine four koalas smile inside and two ferrets arch and go (trees tear) 20 echolocating through this piece of time i am singing past cavespikes screaming past dripping buildups my voice penetrating all voices no one can hear me lest they falter and crash into walls no one can see me lest they give up blindness flapping screeching creatures building up momenta until at last we are exhaled clouds of life from apertures swarms of teeming darkness from darker darkness i'm the white one day-skinned (whizzing (over smiling skulks of foxes ) (through thickbugged nights) toward the moon toward the moON) sun-fanged 21 even in the grayish coldish precipitationless lull my eyes rove here dart there find black butterflies and yellow almost dandelions pull movements in the sky which are bird clusters wave them along snakingly you are so beautiful adorned by all those things and fluffy things like that do you want me to sing it at the brink of your bedroom window or roll it in red checkered rug just ahead of your steps or twirl it above your head halolike or would you flinch again i know you are lightwaves and secretly hovering but you dive behind hugest moons and exist in vuggs where fear smells like black bananas (no longer yellow no longer long) dull the days are going nowhere now until you decide to kickstart this Place and make it rumble shunpiking and exposed full of wind in hair and able to hear the cows moo from the sideroads where your eyes scan the horizon and see mountains on which blackhooved wonders ascend (the necklace which dangles above your anklets) hear I am singing again and will You play the harmonica toward my tonsils or maybe chime in halolike 22 adrift across a field a sudden shift in tall grass a sudden shift in my drift there are beebuzzes crisscrossing impossibly small dragonfly hums adrift aloft a soft green bumps a deep green lump a sudden gold a sudden red we are sky doming that and ground holding it together we are bee we are free we are drag on flies are the wind wound 'round a sudden tree we are tree sudden shifts in your d rift 23 dance around little people dance to the feet which dance to the beat whip oneanother 'round feel the centrifugal force where your elbows interlock make skirts bigger circles and fluffy shirts puff whoop (holler) whinny shimmy (forget that big voracious slimy growling creature clawing at the wreathed front door drown out that roar) just flop and flail gleefully at the hands which clap the Hands or just stand while the room wiggles or whirls get jiggy jighappy claphappy slaphappy tap toes so warm inside occupied swarm inside interjingle mmm inside fiddle-fied (safe from the oneeyed sharptoothed (L)one(ly)) (safe from the bigblackest colddarkest lugubrious Night) 24 in circles in octagons chitchat cats some in hats there is a greenstripeskirted girl next to a girl with a smile straight from neptune and interjections and interprojections three ants crawling around isosceles equilateral isosceles right there are 184 trapezoids and triangles above 19 heads some in hats smiles in a gazebo grins at those smiles people of earth, there is a bluebird nearby and if you just watch it for a minute it signals for you to stay and play i don't have colorful arms but i dig colorful arms i am not pierced but watch those tragi (have mohawks have mullets have parts) one bench two bench five someone did a jig today's the only day that matters (the bluebird's on. (the bluebird)) (((circles))) 25 take that breastplate off i do not wield sword or spear come down from the horse this is not war this is not war is not war 26 pausing before matutinal columns looming on the western horizon (which are clouds) i thought of how you once gave me a 25-cent-vending-machine stone which i recognized as joy and how you now must think that silver sliver in the sky must be mere fingernail but there is immensity in the unseen of it there is immensity in the unguis of you even in the amberoidal remnants you are peering into crepuscular things now overcastness having unorangeyellowed the purples (which are clouds) you are not even peering you are darkskied and sending forth opossums and in the morning the sliver will widen over joy (amberoidal dangling joy) 27 the place to which spaceships fly and priests stumble ,away, is not the way when you run from love the surface rumbles breaks open consumes you into its deepdowngrounds that Sheol those holes go to Neptune and you are frozen go to Pluto and you are frozen Here and Love is where you germinate reteaming with With is where you burst into space sunward instead of unward emit range (,great Mine) mete a grin merge at In inter a gem, (,giant mere,) remain, get starward instead of strayward space into bursting into Into (reteaming) germinate Where with here and love go to Pluto and it is dark go to Neptune and it is dark that Hades that shade will bury you in its way cavedeepdeaths the ground grumbles closes tight when you run from love The Way is not a way, esprit, fly in place 28 fireflies we are all fire flies glowing but we can shine we can even illuminate (little suns glowing green) life feel free 29 paleskinned girl a star in arkansas you are not dancing like you can (can) there is music all around you even in the sidewalk cracks little tufts of grass harmonize bird Bird bird Augen bitte Augen blick strange little tunes in the passing cars and in bicycle squeaks note it notate it intonate it everywhere there are crawling rhythmizing things roach Roach roach a spotlight has come down from Sirius you are in a cone of radiance now phrase, seraph, unvoice the darkness with your voice Stimme bitte Stimme through the Sidewalk Stimme 30 world, you are a tree that expands one of a milliard under which squirrels quarrel up which they go over into above and of will someone climb up into you with tents and radios and things and save you from the saws and falls and nails and paint and things? will someone live on your branch and make known sacred places? i know you are hugest even if you are small i have seen you walk through storms and tiptoe through flames burned but there gnawed but there bent by ice even fallen bare but there 31 cowboy you are so far from home deep into the darkness of the frontier between coyote howls and whiskeyswigs go peristaltic wavesful of pintobeans you are sleeping among prickly forks of green and stretches of death but underneath multiplying stars and fresh from orangest immensest sunsets pull out the harmonica and beckon comets which have not yet come and future moonrises bandit, the bandits lurk so kindly hitch a star and ride off into the big brightlight Always which is Now (and here) 32 oh oh oh yellow before violets or even green yellow rarely happens because yellow is rarely uttered you do not yet realize the everywhereness of green because your eyes have not yet focused on yellow