Tuning the State

(work in progress)

An enterprise of humans sing about
birds and bees with predatory intentions.

Hands raise in question but never chosen,
answers withheld as a coveted truth that
cannot be known.

Forsake the things that cannot be,
forsake the things we cannot change?

We are due inch by inch across the sea
below the sky, hurting ourselves.

Where is the mystery in that?
Or do you cast a blind eye with long shadows
to nowhere?

Unless you lay the clues gently while
sleepwalking in the pleasantness of the afternoon.

Do it at night, nothing remains lucid,
it gets lost in subtleties.

We get lost in the nuances of life,
we become no longer a dream,
we become no longer you and me or us.

Instead we clean up the butter of our bodies,
scrape it off the solid surface before it melts,
smear on toast with strawberry jam.

The quintessential continental breakfast
at the hotel of dystopian humor
you can no longer name,
after it sunk in on its own itinerary.

All the pamphlets laid out neatly and alphabetically,
outlying the tourist attractions-

the water parks, the horseback riding, the rafting,
maps to hiking and picnicking areas.

The backyards of defeat could not be found near these parks.

The moment we think it was lost it then realize
we never had it for ourselves,
a priceless real estate.

NISI

 

[Lately, I have mostly been inspired by the rebirth of Spring, the coming of Summer, positive change and nature. I am glad I am able to get something a little less bubbly out, but I am still not sure about this one. It is missing something… ]

 

 

 

Art Queen: A Poem & Photos from a Joshua Tree Art Oasis

Art Queen in Joshua Tree is a magical place. It is an maze of sorts with all kinds of found art objects, junk art sculptures, and other “outsider out”, from paintings to t-shirts and assorted wall hangings. The World Famous Crochet Museum is former mini-camper painted lime green and decked out with hundreds of crocheted creatures. I could spend a long time in there, discovering all the little details like an I Spy book.

Learn more about Shari Elf and her art here.

♥ Nisi

 

I will wait | Experimental haiku + photo taken with canon ae-1 at Art Queen, Joshua Tree | poetry | art photography | travel

Art Queen | Shari Elf | Photos taken with Canon ae1 program, Joshua Tree, 2017 | Travel Photography | Desert Photography
Art Queen | Dildo Sculpture | Photo by Nisi

 

Art Queen | Shari Elf | Photos taken with Canon ae1 program, Joshua Tree, 2017 | Travel Photography | Desert Photography
Art Queen | Broom Face | Photo by Nisi

 

Art Queen | Shari Elf | Photos taken with Canon ae1 program, Joshua Tree, 2017 | Travel Photography | Desert Photography
Art Queen | Quacky Bowling | Photo by Nisi
World Famous Crochet Museum | Shari Elf | Art Queen | Joshua Tree | Nisi Poesy | 35mm | analog film | haiku
World Famous Crochet Museum | Photo by Nisi

Route 66 Haikus (death of dreams)

En route from Las Vegas to L.A., we stopped to explore the detriment of a formerly thriving Route 66 pit-stop in Barstow, California. I snapped a few shots of the closed-down motels with my Canon ae-1 program using Kodak Portra 400. The colors came out vibrant and provide a nice contrast.

Once the freeway projects started in the 1950’s, Route 66 slowly became a dusty after thought. Today the remnants of the American dream are found in places like Barstow, in broken pieces. Dance halls, motels, restaurants and storefronts are now boarded up, abandoned relics of another time.

 

Minn-Iowa Motel on Route 66 outside Barstow, CA by Nisi with 35mm film, 2017 | Route 66 Haikus (death of dreams) | Nisi Poesy | haiku poetry, traveling route 66, desert photograpy

Welcome Traveler, to fabulous Barstow! Nisi Poesy | traveling Route 66, Route 66 photography, Americana, The American Dream

The Casablanca Inn and a Dance Hall abandoned on Route 66 in Barstow, California. Photos taken with canon ae-1 program, film | Route 66 Haikus (death of dreams) | Nisi Poesy