Fluid and Crystallized by KJ Hannah Greenberg. Read online

Fluid and Crystallized

  By

  KJ Hannah Greenberg

  ©2012 by KJ Hannah Greenberg

  Published by Fowlpox Press

  www.fowlpox.tk

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  ISBN: 978-0-9881088-0-6

  Cover image by KJ Hannah Greenberg

  Cover design and layout by Virgil Kay

  Preface

  1. Developments

  1.1 Gooey with Clay, Peanut Butter and Snot

  1.2 Midas’ Touch

  1.3 Picot

  1.4 So Aloes Grew in Vietnam

  1.5 Morally Tall Friends: Eucalyptus’ Lessons

  II. Deaths

  2.1 Like Moving through Mercury

  2.2 Undercurrent: A Parallel Universe for Sylvia Plath

  2.3 Had I Wishes

  2.4 Swimming in Shemyim: Jacob Nissim Bensussen

  2.5 Reduced Acuity

  Acknowledgements

  Credits

  About the Author

  Preface:

  Our entire lives are strewn with evolutions. We hazard, we get burned, and then we dust ourselves off and try again, on and on. In simple terms, our days and nights are constituted by patterned developments and deaths.

  It would be easy, and often is tempting, merely to throw up our hands in concession, to drink copious amounts of cola and to hide in books’ worth of soft fiction. We acculturated sops, we senescent beings, we receptacles of irritations and of elations, could make excuses based on gas or on bad hair moments. Fortunately, in general, we continue to act culpable for cleaning up parking lots and for making sure that new trees are sprouting. We tend to reserve our escapes for weekends and for vacations.

  Beyond acting accordingly, our reports of our experiences, too, must be dappled. They need to give over the sad as well as the gracious, while providing testimony for broken bits as well as for complete snippets. Toward that end, this collection of poetry, Fluid and Crystallized, focuses primarily on challenging and, only secondarily, on pleasing. This chapbook uses words’ color and consistency to provoke interpersonal mindfulness. “Risk,” not “peace,” makes these pages heuristically valuable.

  What’s more, given that the creation of texts is the act of leaving signposts, of making traveling a bit easier for later trekkers, and given that, at best, our encounters are uneven, witnessed life, contemplated life, and personal delvings into the muck of life all deserve rugged representation. Consequently, I try to cheer on, to shepherd, or to whisper softly not only about success, but also about failure. While I

  can’t fully grasp others’ destinations, I can share my cautions and my appreciation of the scenery. Enjoy the words.

  KJ Hannah Greenberg

  Jerusalem

  2012

 

 

  DEVELOPMENTS

 

 

  Gooey with Clay, Peanut Butter, and Snot: Intergenerational Faceoffs

  Gooey with clay, peanut butter and snot, with ensembles referencing

  The slippage of years, Filene’s bargain basement, maybe elegiac costumes,

  They shoved fat fingers into coin returns, then scheduled nuptials days later.

  As well, they erased mementoes of motion picture industry peer support,

  Imparted meaning to unanticipated death, permanent cripplings, romantic challenges.

  Elsewhere, their fourteen children squeezed together. Some uninhabited ones gamboled

  Directly to parking meters, whose issue, in turn, got insufficiently appreciated

  When divided among those frisky frolickers, ones accustomed to dashing sans breakfast.

  They retained no problem, though, when taking multiple buses to raves and corner stores,

  Excepting the fellow whose bed dissolved many social unions, wiggled group karma.

  Ballooning with opined sagacity, exacerbated levels of hormones, kindred reality shifts,

  Such boys and girls pillaged enough comestibles for all hungers, especially of upper legs,

  Collar bones, their lanky hair. Oral tradition trumps poetic language, even other literature.

  Night whispered no new superficial lessons in feminism, machismo, or gender confusion;

  Kids never did and never will feel compelled to stay wholesome, “helpless,” or immobile.

  Midnight reached, cultural mischief approached, alternate views of ecstasy tried on,

  Their parents reclaimed some mastery of comings

  and leavings, returned their space

  Invaders games along with newly gleaned feelings about borscht, dental floss, life’s stations.

  Devoid of youth’s impunity, elders no more glide through written texts than through regular

  Tribulations, self-determined maniples, albs, things needing childhood’s waterproofing.

  Midlife body parts, no matter how regularly applied are psychological soap and water,

  At best, present as staid responses to goings on, at worst, as unctuous, non-utilitarian

  Kudos to garment industry sorts, to fiduciary whims, to poofed audiences, to poodles.

  Ritual items, prestige goods, agents of vengeance, headaches, bring interpersonal strife,

  Sign guest books in permanent marker, use

  old-fashioned fountain pens to pick noses.

  Seasoned by labor’s measly wages, the lonesome

  pulp fiction of social climbing, hemorrhoids,

  Folks inimical to unspoken civilities, numb to single

  parenting, ballets’ price, downers’ impact,

  Prove smoke stack-belching of pollutants,

  show down manufacturers’ clerks, snigger.

  By fifty, edifices support unsustainable hypotheses

  until feuilletons faithfully reflect,

  Perform abbreviated work, kickstart wealthy

  mistresses’ careers, fail, recycle, forever lag.

  Midas’ Touch

  ‘Ol Roper,

  My weasel-chasing dogbit,

  Toted home THIS PRODUCT

  Wrapped pretty.

  THIS PRODUCT makes muscles,

  Produces magnetism

  Enhances personality, so

  Ma’s picture magazine promises.

  Clementine, my darling, packed,

  Lost and gone forever.

  I kept THIS PRODUCT;

  Paupers ain’t need queens.

  Picot

  Sticky brown resin, eldritch in viscosity, the stuff of twig-based cantilevers, presents

  Like temporarily filling; it’s altogether less helpful than time swimming backyard passages.

  Accordingly, we note public discourse’s lost saliency once filled obstreperous rhetoric.

  When trade winds swallow, whole, persons whose particular handicaps stagger angels,

  Rather than compromise assembled worlds’ qualities, “ethical” divas elect, at days’ end,

  Ample examples of social exophthalmoses,

  also luxuries infrequently awarded settlers.

  There remain circulars boasting two-for-one admissions fees, other interesting diversions

  Within nominal energy fields, especially those locals impervious to outside influences,

  Such as hoodrats, wayfaring young maidens,

  winking elders, gibbering prime ministers.

  Cultural ouroboroses, stipple from commonplace strugg
les while juxtaposing

  Distasteful facets of celebrity against Frances Bacon’s claims about self-fulfillment;

  World crises, domestic mess, twisted ribbons, bad hair days, cozy up, often, in contrast.

  Those sorts are wont to dissect many a fish, leaving their viscera to dry stiff

  Per textiles. Usury, here, becomes classified as containing unalterable variables,

  Taking into account unmodifiable equations ordinarily distress baleen types.

  Accordingly, “dawn” and “dusk,” those extraordinary temporal hyperhyms,

  Rely on book smarts, wit, popularity contests, sometimes even wisdom,

  Word stories work akin to stringing beads; color, shape, texture, color, shape.

  Afterwards, gatekeepers’ peristalsis, those motions made famous with foraminas,

  Enthrall folk to swallow finite numbers, beguile their ownership of infinite loops,

  Bring forward, for selective adoption, other mute mathematical acquaintances.

  Recall, wee girls’ ova contain, at birth, features fully compliant with forming life.

  Only new ideas, rarely newer organisms, generally require imaginative morsels.

  Otherwise, cloth hewn from raw resin, then boiled with leaves, best serves tussets.

  So Aloes Grew in Vietnam

  So aloes grew, where once some selection of mute acquaintances

  Wiggled tentacles across dimity covers, stopping to pick lint, also nits.

  Such bedtime vitriol got replaced often, but never because of political bribes.

  Then, sweetgum, sycamore, also alder, transformed into lintels, matchsticks, lamps.

  I was just five when bell bottom blues filled the airwaves.

  Yesteryear, conscription was the de rigueur most often fought by youth.

  “Levy” was attributed to jeans, not tribes, taxes or armies.

  Raconteurs sang of Canada via self-mutilation, furthermore, free love.

  Sanky-pankies got hired to distract corporate suits from playing badminton;

  Pentagon types bettered domestic rent boys in pulling out shirttails.

  Together, they saw movies, chowed through kibble, smoked weed;

  Anything to avoid ordering more troops to jungles’ killing floors.

  Asking employers to equivocate, to spin like monkeys,

  To rank outfits per levels of starch, payola, kickbacks,

  Meant allowances for pulp stationed anywhere, but was more

  Well-liked than were talking heads tergiversated boardrooms’ duvets.

  Epigones, erstwhile, sorted birthday greetings, air kisses, enticements,

  Refused to contend with arbitrary matchmaking of careers with war adventures.

  Pressing answering machines, apprising salaries, pinching clerical help,

  Those corporate hicks, once, were silver-plated luncheons, lapel pins, stogies.

  Local ethnics, whilom blared music enough to erase their bosses’ celebrations,

  As quondam lieutenants, less-than-kickshaw in their dungarees, meanwhile,

  Practiced no-nonsense ethics alongside of childbirth options. Clinics flourished.

  If we blinked enough, clicked our heels, inverted our eyes, they flew away.

  Morally Tall Friends: Eucalyptus’ Lessons

  Sturdy trees, such as cedars, acacias, myrtle, oleaster, cypress, boxwood, elms,

  Share no medical organizations, PTA committees, or scout troops with eucalyptus.

  As fast-growing admonitions, the latter espouse desired boundaries, all the while

  Urging foresters to reminisce, even to forfend, on big thrills’ less-than-sober realities.

  Notable among green giants, those gummy providers of practical materials

  Ride over small surfaces, contributing needed compasses in most civic woods.

  Such economically-beneficial groves transport us, help we feeble-minded approach

  Bits and pieces of human experience that show up on LinkedIn or on YouTube.

  True swap drainers, they ground flighty veracities, skip clay, carnival glass, bubbles.

  Their roots seek fresh structural archetypes, tap new means to stockpiled securities.

  No matter our reading habits, intellectual ambitions, or level of self-dishonesty,

  Mallee trees can issue constructive building blocks, ward against emotional “pioneering.”

  Lignotubered or not, smooth-barked stands do: counterbalance empires’ “magnetic moments,”

  Suck away rhetorical twaddle, set aright individual orbital motions, fix cultural slop.

  Straight-trunked, “them wonders” stuff our waste into foil-wrapped packets of meaning,

  Exclusive of stooping to romanticize regular railcars, chipmunks, out-of-the-box fancies.

  Their cousins, rough-barked morrells, too, leave propulsion amusements lingering,

  Flit us away from favor unreliable sorts like politicians, bankers, wholesalers, cosmeticians.

  Either’s “normal” yield supplies enough kinetic energy to propel our populations,

  To shoot kin past opining quintessence, salty balderdash, more patchwork beliefs.

  True myrtles, tall friends teach satiation derived from climbing platforms,

  Enjoying views, looking groundward, breathing, breathing, breathing, then dropping.

  Those full-leaved, towering phenols frame social accelerations as neither good nor fun,

  Question suffering möibus strips repetitions rather than deferring, honorably, to reason.

 

  Deaths

 

  Like Moving through Mercury

  Like moving through liquid mercury, rather than air,

  My best gleaning’s unctuous sounds, iconoclast screeches,

  Manufactured by third world drug companies’ thugs, resonate.

  It seems betrayal brings no freedom, just barely trodden dreams.

  My unchallenged rhetoric becomes something similar to intimate rejection.

  Emotional infidelity, forever egregious in existence, hurts. Simply.

  Your promises fade as worthless occupiers of rooms’ weary feelings.

  Wastrel verbs congregate, mocking liebestoden, laughing split infinitives.

  Explicated behaviors, especially omissions sting, then sting, again.

  Other, ordinary sources of misery remain incomparable, excepting poison.

  Surrounds bludgeoned, their frames attacked, cudgeled without thought

  As to kinder ploys. They shatter, fall down, drop to pieces, evidence harm.

  Your own cat, dog, or webcam brings no furry comfort. Straight away,

  I expect less from pitted autumnal skies than from romantic matters seeped

  In deconstructed espousals; duplicity’s bane bites deeply, leaves trails.

  Voiced discrepancies, likewise, make kings of naught, confirm your complete

  Disinterest in cleaning up messes, no matter the tolerance I’d developed

  For underwater breathing, bungee jumping, also branding patches of my skin.

  Pity you plucked so many junkyard diddly bows, when one duet-worthy

  Fiddle was needed. Communication's role in caretaking minors remains

  The province of zither-like, flat, wooden sound boxes, mongrels, and angels.

  Under these circumstances, abrupt cancellations ought not to be captioned

  As surprises, guerrilla warfare, or packaged nastiness. They’re mere reactions,

  Just pieces of viscera left for tripping upon, strangulating or lacerating.

  Undercurrent: A Parallel Universe for Sylvia Plath (a bref double)

  Sea urchins, some undercalcified shells,

  Cover sand for miles. Strong

  Waves tug; cold tides

  Pull my feet a third time.

  Crawling backward, ebbing beyond

  Jagged bits, broken fish, syringes vie

  Like seaweed. Such tangled halos,

  Of light or self-push chimes, shimme
r.