(Behind) The Scenery

(Behind) The Scenery

Behind the scenery’s asking eyes

Lay all the unseen scenes

Backing up the one currently being used

Ready to propagate the top fiction

Of the same day

Piles of stored trees and changed leaves

Bins full of cloudy skies and skyscrapers

Next to stacks of air balloons and

Surf crashing on rocks

Scenic vistas stored flat

Behind the scenery’s asking eyes

Rooms chock full of rainbows and cantilevered bridges

Freeways clustering in clovers

Next to ocean cliffs and deserts

Chasing weeds as they tumble

Up mountainsides of farmland

Piled field upon field

These enormous rooms of unseen scenes

Unaltered and ready to change

From behind or within

The scenery’s asking eyes

9.24.oh9                                  fLOT

Pisces

Pisces

by Sam Flot

Looking into her eye

I saw a fish eye inside the eye of the fish

I saw inside her eye

Leaving me wondering why

My lower lip dropped

All speaking stopped

It’s all part of the mosaic

Her eye, the fish, the water, the red star

The zebra on green grass

Smiling in the subservience of

Giving a ride to a mystic

The bearers of light hold still

In one hand a staff, in the other light

The staff symbolizes life’s various

Ascendencies and decscendencies

All the emotions and temporal attachments

All the clinging things you bring

With you because they are you

Look into the eye

But do not drink from the decanter

Take in all the pliant forms and remember that you can

There is no me, no you

Just us

Looking into your eye

I saw the eye of a fish inside the eye

I saw a fish inside

Looking into the eye

I saw only us

Not you, not I

Just us

3.23.11

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Towed Away

Towed Away

by sam flot 2011

Growing into incremental adjustments

Magistrated by no means of authority or negligence

Building into magnificent entitlement

Usually born into the found and forgotten

Deselected from the available options

Slated for eight drop off spots

Congruent to airport parking and

The stowaway’s car will be towed away

From hiding and deposited

Inside a fenced in lot

Not a little tiny space between city buildings

But rather an empty cube full of void and

Illusionary nothing in the not-eye of the un-beholden and

Caustic feelings are felt and  

Left on the pool table’s green conscience

Like a patch on a pants pocket or

Chalk it up to little sticky reminders and

Loose calendars slipping pills into daily drinks or

A montage of monthly dirigible payments  

Floating over lost cities

Combined carelessly with Caroline’s carabiner

Linking up to be sister cities

In a family of growing legends

Which never foretell

The fall of their forefathers fortunes

Nor will they discuss the rise of the runes and

The relevancy of the re-telling of the history of

Every rock on every rolling hill

In all of California

3.29.11

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