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Sherry Steiner, creator of eclectic spoken word pieces…visual artist, arts educator and more. Her website: www.sherrysteiner.com

                                Featured Poetry of Sherry Steiner

He…

he
became a surrealist
from lack of funds.
barefoot
on a frozen river
as slippery as
a
dance
in japanese
or
italian
he
held himself
upright
lit by a string
of
garden
lanterns.
trees bared fruit
original scripts edited.
where
is the manifesto ~

ETIENNE

etienne
returned in a                    half-hearted manner
only                      to fade again
in small isolation
segments             classic tracking shots
that
in a spurious moment           drown
characters in
their surroundings                 while
the vertical pan                                        deletes memories.
how he figures others lives
is somewhat akin               to peeling the potato
in the dark.
phillip                      on the other hand
relinquished all                            rights to his environment
when his socioeconomic
status clearly                     fell out.
confusion rained -
where was the theme – where was the plot.
it was a crime.                     he went around telling
everyone                            about the special implications in
idiomatic language.
etienne.
dominated by the tilt             of the shot
he views
attitudinal statements
passing
through                  canal street.
screwdrivers, nails and hammers.
whatever you need you can get.
pierre snickers.
a triangle pointing                 straight up
to the sky in 1941
superimpositions                   vague and random factors.
dream idioms                           grab the guts of sleepers
in a matter of fashion…

MUTTER

a little overdue -
thumb rubbing majors
filed past
the devil in spanish
chanting
poly-sci allegories
overconfident lies
stuffed in a sock ~
a broken seatbelt
a slick tire
3 dents daisy
somebody felt odd.
with eyebrows arched
back flat
tummy tucked
a slow hour to
nowhere stonewalling
the information canal
drenched in sweat…
a veil of roses
bedded a cherry picker
a sack of thorns
scorched millions
sitting
up and then down
in the goldfish pond.
a misunderstood poem
became a sonnet
of
regret
as they all whispered
geronimo
morphing to granite
in one loud
mutter
of
obliterated unreason…
textbooks
failed to deliver
breakfast on time
naked leather
simmered and a fracas could be heard
in this                      port-of-call ~

Copyright © 2011 Sherry Steiner

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