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The Visual Poetry of Poeticah explores the boundaries between poetry, languages, and traditional with computer visual art.

This is a poem from my chapbook Axtlanadu.

<<Axtlanadu>> Scattered Haiku Thread He feels the desert floor get cooler. In pensive mood he reminisces. It’s like watching A surrealistic movie That uses montage. Rose sunset moves Softly as down over desert floor. Then he sees, in quick succession, Sunsets bleeding from tropical places. He has been too many places to name. Their scenes dissolve in bluish fog. He has dealt with too many people to name. Many faces shrink and expand In and out of salmon smoke. Yet most of them cannot evoke any feelings. As if he has been everywhere, yet nowhere, Experienced everything, yet nothing. He remembers: Wild rides on ocean waves; Reckless spins in race cars; Deep dark places drip, dripping, drip; Cold hard places high on clouds; Bounces and leanings of high small planes; Warm passionate cries through women, more women. But he did not commit himself To any Thing. Everything was a brief Toy. His life is a snarled thread Cut scattered over miles. He looks back on crumbled lives. There is nothing but Cold Vacuum within his soul. He feels Nothing. Maybe, sometimes a faint stir As if something should be there. Colors in his movie lose vitality As if in sync with dying pink sunset. The montage stops. He wakens to Hope at the milky way Passing through star studded desert sky, Like a streak of cream seen through a clear glass of cappuccino. This hot scattered path Will gather itself to shine Like the milky way. <<Axtlanadu>>