In the poetic world, (Robert Lee Brewer) contrapuntal poems are poems that intertwine two (or more) separate poems into a single composition–often by offering one line of poem A and before a corresponding line in poem B from start to finish. Here's my first attempt at one (mashup in bold and blue below).

Airplanes

Have always made me queasy

-No turbulence-

More like socially squemish

with

the way classism sticks to the wings

Like tar

100,000 miles

High country club

snobbery

Noses crooked in denial just so

to miss the curdling of capitalismo  

sour of segregation on repetition

Fouling up the cabin with old world bullshit

Everybody on the move towards MORE

I wish

Everybody

I wish Only bags

No bodies

Were tagged and left at the gate

Like aint this the titanic all over again

Like the time i filled a window seat

In the empty pew in front of me

Vowed to protect everybody beyond my own

by pulling and pushing at all barriers to home

in the/that unlikely situation (that paints safety as synonymous to opening an airplane window)

Now if poetry aint sanctuary

Can i get an alright

Mmm

A halleluHER

Are you with me

And if you were me on that ride

You was with me /lit see

Your life was high valued

Vowed to dress as courage

And live unfrozen

I wasnt chosen.

i moved from the row i had been given

Mad lifes was gon be livin  

The kid courage was risen

Until the other steward let me know

That i would be charged

If i didnt return to my proper place

I had to pay for space

On this half empty plane

Where is the sanity?

How can I live in this life

Smeared in ego and love

I suffocate everyday I step off farm and gotta explain I see oppression self hate wedged into laugh lines cowardice tucked behind ears and yet i too fear

Looking for tribe to guide me down paths of resistance that bought broken people to liberation forcing God to reckon with themself rather than eat violence and sleep for dinner

how can i do this when i know it was can there is difference

This shit is trippin

We should be trippin be seeing golden in mundane and in love with the muegamillthoujillion versions of our divinity that cyclically come back to learn again how can i this

Never able to miss oppression in resting state

(Miserable) Resistance in my overbite)

I been looking into past loves lately

Lives i meant to say

But hey the two are one

Strung up at the neck nape like

Skin to Barrier

Droplet To ocean

Biology to Consciousness

Everything is alive

No Spaces are empty

reliant upon One another

Mistaking distance for separation

Like skin aint equal parts barrier to bridge

Like we aint become all we ever is without one another

Like you was ever to stand without stone every rock making bed for your toes

We are grateful

We take back our place in the glimpse of a star and remember the dust of magic is all we we were made of

everything

..Worth reckoning

Why reckoning

Im addicted to speech **

And over think

desperate for connection with the sounds underneath the constant track on play in mind i need more time

To just take it in

To follow my breath

Be here

Airplanes

Have always made me queasy

-No turbulence-

How can I live in this life

Smeared in ego and love

I been looking into past loves

More like socially squeamish

with

the way classism sticks to the wings

I suffocate everyday I step off farm and gotta explain

lately I see oppression

self hate wedged into laugh lines cowardice tucked behind ears

Like tar

and yet i too fear Lives

i meant to say

But hey

100,000 miles High

Looking for tribe to guide me down paths of resistance that bought broken people to liberation forcing God to reckon with themself

the two are one

Strung up at the neck nape like

country club

snobbery

Noses crooked in denial

just so

to miss the curdling of capitalismo  

rather than eat violence and sleep for dinner how can i do this when i

Skin to Barrier

Droplet To ocean

Biology to Consciousness

Everything is alive

No Spaces are empty

reliant upon One another

Mistaking distance for separation

Like skin aint equal parts barrier to bridge

Like we aint become all we ever is without one another

Like you was ever to stand without stone every rock making bed for your toes

sour of segregation on repetition

Fouling up the cabin with old world bullshit

Everybody on the move towards MORE

I wish

Everybody

I wish Only bags

No bodies

Were tagged and left at the gate

Like aint this the titanic all over again

know

it was can there is difference

This shit is trippin

We should be trippin be seeing golden in mundane and in love with the megamillthoujillion versions of our divinity that cyclically come back to learn again

We are grateful

We take back our place in the glimpse of a star and remember the dust of magic is all we were ever made of

everything

..Worth reckoning

Like the time i filled a window seat

In the empty pew in front of me

Vowed to protect everybody beyond my own

by pulling and pushing at all barriers to home

in the/that unlikely situation (that paints safety as synonymous to opening an airplane window)

how can i live like this

Now if poetry aint sanctuary

Can i get an alright

Mmm

A halleluHER

Are you with me

And if you were me on that ride

You was with me /lit see

Your life was high valued

Vowed to dress as courage

And live unfrozen

I wasnt chosen.

i moved from the row i had been given

Never able to miss oppression in resting state

Why

reckoning

Mad lifes was gon be livin  

The kid courage was risen

(Resistance in my overbite)

Im addicted to speech

And overthink

desperate for connection with the sounds underneath

Until the other steward let me know

That i would be charged

If i didnt return to my proper place

the constant track on play in mind

I had to pay for space

On this half empty plane

i need more time ....

To just take it in

To follow my breath

Be here

Where

is the sanity?