Three Poems by Ken Edward Rutkowski

THE MOUND

I’ve got an axe and I cut down the tree ho hum me cut down the tree in vertical spikes the chi deafens I feel it’s might its blur go into the ground with leaves roots I believe in the trees leaves that come through the blood of unforeseen forces in believing trees and leaves after the tree had died little white Flowers came up from the ground little powers of all the sound that I knew from the tree screaming in the distance that I did not believe in anymore I use an axe and swipe at the Flowers they are lower than my level point of gravity I could only do justice by stamping them out stamping them down into the ground without me the tree doesn’t exist without me the Flowers ceased to exist push Flowers back into the ground I pushed the tree back into the sound that I did not believe one day when I was not around remember that remember the Flowers the white green leaves going down to the ground soaking up sun and soaking up the light through the water that was found in waterfalls upside down round and round ho hum ho hum I hear the trees go into the ground ho hum I hear the power come up through the sound the sound the mound that’s leftover just a mound one dark black mouth that I sit on and frown.

THE BRANCH

One little boy survives on the branch connected to land water rain the life of the branch water rain worms of decomposition from within leftover in Sky the life of the branch connected to land survival of the boy hanging on water rain hanging onto life of the branch hanging on for dear life value from within leftover in Sky shape under the tree outside the sun shape under the tree refrain of the mind shape under the tree be on this earth but more but move if you can move if you can in your own way but move grow spread out those limbs the boy hangs on for survival the boy hangs on for life the boy hangs on with one arm the life of the branch connected to land water rain worms of decomposition from within value of the mind from within value over the life from within leftover in Sky shape under the tree outside the sun refrained in mind if you can in your own way move beyond this earth but move grow spread out those limbs extensions of mind and body spread out those limbs but move grow spread out those limbs the life of the branch the boy holds on with one arm connected to land water rain from within value from within left over in Sky shape under the tree on the tree outside the sun refrain the mind beyond this earth but move grow spread out those limbs extensions of mind and body spread out those lands from within but move grow spread out those limbs.

THE BRAIN OF MAN

The fish has the brain of man me the fish the brain of man the fish says the brain of man need a fish time being timed on time come time being time gone me the brain of fish the man the fish the man the brain gone a dish give me space so I may breathe a fish that has the brain of man the fish the brain time being man the fish has the brain the brain of man the man a fish has the brain of man made a fish the brain time being time gone time being time come time come time being time come give me space so I may breathe give me space so I may come I may breathe under the veil of free water free Adam fished as a brain of man to fish the brain the brain of man time being I see in Titus and camouflage for all dark night dark fish gone bright.

Ken Edward Rutkowski has lived in Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam for the past six years. While in Asia, he has traveled around Vietnam, Cambodia, Taiwan, Malaysia, Indonesia, The Philippines, Borneo and Sri Lanka. His work has appeared in The Journal of Experimental Fiction, Paragraph Line, Synchronized Chaos, Fiction Daily and a few others.

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