there I wuz
tryin’ to make music but
the sky wouldn’t shut up
rumblin’ and ravin to beat all
well I yelled back I did
Shut up I said
can’t you see I’m a tryin’ to make music in here
that’s when it started talkin’ back
louder and louder like the Battle of Stones River itself
I yelled agin’ “Back off you ol’ storm”
That’s when it started a throwin that hail at me
I jumped back an’ closed that window I did.
That is when I saw it
my cat a runnin’ for high heaven in the driving sleet.
I opened that window agin’ but she was gone she was
gone and the sleet was piled up agin the side o’ the house
like snow
and the storm she rumbled low like bass drums with
bombs a goin’ off on the horizon
an’ the sleet a hittin’ the window like static on
an old radio
It always makes me feel charged like the lightnin’ itself
when it blusters like that.
It’s like God almighty himself has allowed himself a few moments
to jus’ be angry an’
be proud of it
I jus’ hope he don’ accidently hurt my cat
Month: July 2013
Ununpentium, “Periodic Table ” poem by Chicago poet Janet Kuypers
Ununpentium
Janet Kuypers
from the “ Periodic Table of Poetry” series (#115, Uup)*
A month before you died,
on the day that she was born,
that was very possibly the last day
I talked to you.
I know you loved me,
but in the grand scheme of things,
you had to know
this relationship couldn’t last.
When you first asked me out,
My answer was quick:
I think it was
a hundred milliseconds
before I said no.
You had to know
that with a half-life so short,
we didn’t stand a chance.
And on that day, February second,
I sat on the other side of the country
at a bar with a man
who introduced me to philosophy.
It was good to see him,
to remind myself
of how I wanted to live.
Remembering how chemical reactions
were supposed to last,
I then realized
the ununtended consequences
of this pent up friction
between us.
Try to smash the right
ions from us together,
see what happens.
See if anything survives
long enough to even measure.
You know you had an uphill battle with me.
#
A hundred and fifteen days
after February 2nd,
three months after you died,
that was when I almost died too.
Because even though you bombarded me
with your high excitation energy,
this hot fusion would never work.
And look at what was left of me.
I didn’t want you to die.
I didn’t want you to be destroyed.
Did you seal your fate
by trying to bond with a part of me,
or should I have trusted my first instincts
so that your destruction would hurt me less.
I wish I could have told you
that this systematic elemental
bombardment of us,
this radioactive reaction,
was only temporary,
this doesn’t occur in nature,
we had to work so hard
to merely try to make something of us.
And as much as I hate to admit it,
I wonder
if this
was never meant to be.
* A Russian and American scientist team bombarded americium-243 with calcium-48 ions to produce ununpentium, historically known as eka-bismuth. Ununpentium is a temporary IUPAC systematic element name derived from the digits 115, where “un” is from the Latin “unum-” for one, and “Pent-” is from the Greek word for 5. Scientists usually just say element 115. Discovered February 2nd, 2004, it has a half life of 200 milliseconds, with decay at 100 milliseconds. (“Hot” fusion reactions deal with the synthesis of nuclei of ununpentium at high excitation energy.)
This Time by David Michael Jackson
I have been placing a lot of material into the internet stores. It’s great to be there but it’s like storing your work in the basement of the tower of song. It takes weeks to deliver songs to Itunes and the other stores. This one took a day. It may be the only distinction it will ever get but it’s good to know the process has people.
Good luck little song. Say hello to the stars if you can see one in the cellar of art.
It would be more fun to be a seller of art.

david michael jackson