leaning back on a filtered coffee - poem by sweetwater

[panta rhei]

leaning back on a filtered coffee
talking trails travails and travels of time
sitting across continent and sea

free subjects of a discourse in association
time the dance of everything round and obscure
silence in the alluvial cast iron flower
sculptures of breath and the wind

clouds in the daylight frame
markings footprints and artifacts
speaking from a paleolithic fireplace
hiding in the rocks as caves

birds the post modern remnants
of dinosaurs and bees
lupins in the garden of hats
on the floorpost of poets
falling from their chairs
in the brainwashed morning

in a gallery of chert hammers
gemstones in a soapstone carving
along beaches and shores
the tombolo isthmus island
and peninsula

where all the quarried jewels
from cambrian isolation
found their way into
the archives and wallets

greed conceit and organizational arrogance
bickering on the decidedly inane
in a pointless debate about the politicization
of mind control technology

as some massacre of civilization


(poem by and posted for sweetwater)

[panta rhei]

leaning back on coffee
we feel the cup's warmth against our backs

recline
as evolution drifts by us
leaving traces in the wisps of clouds
painting the sky with history and light
as ancient fires beging to exude
accumulated rites and stories
and tales gathered during long cavernal nights
whispering from geological revelations washed ashore
murmuring in the grottos deep within rocks and self
while the winds of time and change howl and sing

we are leaning back
in the hours of flint and
filtered coffee

leaning away from time

leaning out of civilisation

resting against eternity
and on the moment of its happening

[constantine]

this is incredible. i tip my hat in respect.

[panta rhei]

hat smiles
thanks, const!