Shoreline Driftwood shares with its readers the unconventional insights of its author, Don Coorough, into current events, economics, politics, social activism, philosophy, mythology, psychology, neuroscience, the arts and culture, in addition to his poetry.
Monday, June 17, 2013
Somnolent Caterwauling
Sunday, July 8, 2012
Abandon to the Mission
The Existential Moment
Tuesday, July 3, 2012
Imperceptibly Etching
cedar trunks whose roots
ache from thirst
but the leaves
flutter on branch fingers
as a slow breeze
inherits moisture
from an electric cloud
A red ant crawls
toward noon's tolling
boil weaving a sticky
trail to a rabbit
carcass already
picked clean by coyote
pups still shrilly howling
triumphantly charged glee
The first drops of blood
seep from the spreading
doe mule deer's vagina
bearing her first calf
The sun moves
imperceptibly etching
a golden arc on an azure arch
Tired hands roll
tortillas by a fire
where carne asada spits
and sizzles in a pan
Children's voltage squeals
escape from naked bodies
as they slither through
shaded stream banks
under the watchful
gaze of tomorrow's
red-tailed hawk
demanding from its nest
In the night where
no moon reigns Grandma
threads smokey fingers
through an old man's
dreams making tacos
for the little boy she
once knew and now sees
bouncing up the porch steps
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Inarticulate Slipstreams
Hillside necking parked moon showers,
Beam's arced water sparkling tridents
Subvert firefly monuments;
Devoted tingle gardens' walls'
Cupboard door cradled ghostly shawls' -
Forests - now plow sunrise corn highways'
Sight broken breastfed one act plays.
Iridescent repossessed dreams
Of inarticulate slipstreams
Cascade by newborn unsuppressed
Symptoms with an acid-etched countenance;
Dispelled conditions' snowflake flair:
Wilderness - an unbuttoned stare.
Monday, October 31, 2011
Memories' Amber
light rains
from the solitary
every-star grains'
blanketed amusement
the constrained shining
all-in-one star's
perpetual light
I drink it up
to quench your thirst
You are my gift
All knotted up
indispensably untethered
your indivisibility severed
while crimson fractals
glistened individuated sparks
of memories' amber
from ancient seasons
when the unredeemed
schism fracture
birthed infinity
I-we lie
together
under the weeping willow
sorrow forgotten
stardust alive
looking through
tomorrow's eyes
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Perpetual Revolutions Shimmer
until the next Samhain day
a worthy operation works
upon each of three hundred
and sixty-six midnights
soar through dark's blackest reaches
fathom the staircased bowel's depths
of the Great Pyramid
seek out the calm eye
of turbulent Jupiter's hurricane
which no hazy mist obscures
From All Hallows Eve
until the next Samhain day
the magical rite performed
screams its birth on the final solstice
when a cold wind gusts
through the northern winter tide
and judgment bells bellow
the highest neap captures
greed and lust in ebb's onset
and the dreams of the meek
etch future's glyphs on the blank wall
From All Hallows Eve
until the next Samhain day
time circumscribes impregnation
gestation a mere
fifty-one spins more
until the door to Aquarius
creaks open gaping-eyed hearts
witnessing the Great Wheel
perpetual revolutions shimmer
a constant seed
an eternal garden
Friday, October 21, 2011
Tolled Dull Waste
brash past
stashed
sky, blew
flush guts'
gust: blushed.
Sever all
thrill-kilt
stilled
lie, tolled
dull waste
waits: sculled.
Corrupted file's
flies memorize
disguised
profit: net's
nest subsidized.
Monday, October 17, 2011
Unrecalled Dreams
over rickety bridges
behind new moon shadows
Singing atonal melodies
without breathing
Collapsing umbrella fantasies
Stranded on the edge
of a sand grain
without any salt
Drenched by your wordless rhymes
in my unrecalled dreams
as a cricket gasps
A tiny black kitten
with white paws
and a tiny white tufted ascot
who mews in the softest voice
scampers over to me every night
so that its owner raises a fuss
as it nuzzles into my lap
I hear my dead mother's voice
in the haunted river willow
awaiting the hand of cancer's taut grasp
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Solaced Wistless Sighs
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
The Morgue at the Buddhist Temple
after six Jesuit priests tried to revive
Russian television in a city bus.
People walked onto the highway
consuming the first fetuses.
An overpowering stench
began handing out
six-month sentences
for a water-only fast.
At the gates where people cross, thousands
gather to mourn exposed potential.
The Chinese news media died
in a chic blazer of sagging standards.
Largely censored
and threatening delay,
a divided Parliament
trivialized critics
with a non-binding,
but embarrassing, gaffe –
censure for old timers making bail –
pleading from the stage door.
A warning may not be enough.
For the most part,
life goes on.
It always has.
The following is a commentary which I wrote to accompany this poem:
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Up I Conjure Learning Inner Whole
Full of sour sweetened void.
In not lying you walk out
On me, giving getting off.
Now sew future summer past,
Here a humble stumble gone:
Live-in maid made furnace die
Black the grey, doom-bloom, bleached white.
Hush the instant droning sound!
Start to measure leisure's end.
Back when battles had no front
Sky cried coddled, cobbled ground.
Learning inner whole,
Creating game's transitional
Room doorway, talking.
Riding French questions,
Twilight columned writing
(Cross-nailed language):
Endless experience vehicle.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Atoms Moving in the Carpet
of teeth in Popeye's mouth
toweled bookshelf isolation
while watching atoms
moving in the carpet
and daddy's angry fists
on mommy and my
disillusioned tears
childhood hula hoop invaded
toothbrush drop drills
coerced sirens'
rabbit eared chair pillow
molestation promising death
after life in Davy Jones' Locker
while freedom found hope in ideas.
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Without a Lighthouse
broadly disarms
the recalcitrant; while distant,
bright, wide eyes
capture the periphery
nakedly unaware.
Pastorally pristine
property pockets
pantomime, partially
premiering play's
partitioned preference.
Unrewarded redemption's
fog bank snares
without a lighthouse.
Thursday, May 13, 2010
It Rains Every Day
In Hawaii, it rains every day. The light rains barely disturb the seemingly constant sunshine. Foliage blooms, and the island is awash in a rainbow of orchids. Stress and tension melt away to the strains of The Beatles and Mozart. My mind now draws blanks at times and cannot recall trivial things, but I remember I once saw palm trees dancing to Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds. Young, bikini-clad ladies still stroll along beaches, catching the eyes of angst-ridden young men. Children run and play in thick grass, tumbling with glee. Adults sip Mai Tai drinks sharing knowing gazes, oblivious to the strife and poverty at the core of Oz. I lose my train of thought in mid-YellowBrickRoadsentence. Pink Floyd’s “Atom Heart Mother Suite” reeked of Stravinsky as I reeked of marijuana in the wee hours, listening. I wonder where my words come from when I talk; I don’t think of them before they come out of my mouth. Bonfires illuminate hula dancers draped with leis at luaus. Everyone shares in the feast of roasted pig. How the scent of the charred remains of dead animal flesh induces lustful saliva. The most complex ideas cannot survive. I laugh hysterically. Frank Zappa provides the soundtrack to my life. Pollen drifts on the breeze. The Hawaiian tropical storm passes before it is even noticed.
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Rubies
chrome electricity
measures
Tennessee rubies.
Caramel asylum
chrome fiction
measures
rubies' condensation.
Silver eyelid
reticence petrifies
asylum
caramel electricity.
Elsewhere ghostlike
rubies illustrate
Tennessee
eyelid chrome.
Paris' sprawled
portrait drapes
caramel
rubies' romance.
Honeycombed veneers'
fabric sails
ghostlike
skyline asylum.