Friday, March 11, 2022

Don Kingfisher Campbell


Of Knowledge

 

It looks like a fist,

red hot and ready.

 

It smells like water

from a petrified spring.

 

It feels like the skin

of an intimate ankle.

 

It sounds like an empty room.

Fall, it could be a knock.

 

It tastes like leaving,

sweet sand on my tongue.

 

A waterfall of teeth marks unearth

the road to the core.






Analogy Planet
 
Clouds race like dogs over land 

There's a pot of steamy nimbus being cooked 
rising from a hot pool surrounded by snow 

Geyser springs are beautiful open sores 

Undersea thermal bubbles endless cotton candy 

Fire and water give birth to crusty daughter 

Like a star being born in steam 

Liquid rock cools hardens like chocolate shell 

Is a volcano simply a giant pimple 

When it blows there goes fiery pus 

Boiling lava might as well be lighted ice cream 

Millions of trees get knocked over like pick-up sticks 

Volcano blown, now the scab is much smaller 

Volcano dead not unlike stone sculpture 

Mountainous fingers feel their way across earth 
without moving more than inches a year 

Big ants run get squashed by falling buildings 

Earthquake fault merely seams on a baseball 

Maybe a waterfall is just a runny nose






Olympic Questions

Ski jumper, you know you look like a flying
squirrel when you spring in the sky, don’t you

Luge (and Skeleton), how does it feel to be a bullet
rocketing down an open barrel (head first)

Alpine skiers, are you speeding down that hill like
someone who forgot to turn off their car alarm

Snowboard racers, do you enjoy being a gang
of four hopping over speed bumps made of snow

Cross country, why do I think of you as a human
Hot Wheel forced to row two sticks up snowy track

Speed skaters, you seem like a hip grandfather
clock when you swing your pendulum arm, no

Women’s hockey, two Chinese dragons guard
the net, is that a powerful mindset, or what

Skating pairs, do you love flinging
your partner in the air (I’ll wait)

Curling, who can scrape the smooth clean
kitchen floor of ice most efficiently

Slope style, do you think you live to twist and
twist and twist and twist again

Bobsled, isn’t this an amusement park ride
(sure looks like one)

Ski cross, you appear to start like a penguin
and turn into a shark with fins, right

Figure skaters, why is the Russian girl so
triple axel athletic over the others

Mass start, you begin together as a centipede,
yet seek to split apart for individual victory, yes

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