Friday, May 30, 2008
CANTOS
What’s that? I sing when I’m happy and cry when I’m not. But when I think of Cantos, I think I’m reading Ezra Pound, again. This is the kid from Missouri, who in the late 1930’s goes to Mussolini’s Italy and embraces fascism, claiming it is the source and end what he’s been looking for. Six years...
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Monday, May 26, 2008
SHOES
If I ever got serious I’d cry in my shoes Just as long they were empty And my feet didn’t know about it So here they are, all three pair (with the slippers) Strewn about in a random design my feet made when They kicked them off seeking their freedom just so the toes can wriggle So, here I am in...
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Saturday, May 24, 2008
ME AND MY LAUNDRY: MY SECRET AFFAIR
Not that my laundry is actually erotic, because it doesn’t know about that yet. Just thought I’d impose my own ideas upon it upon it because I had nothing else to do. (Hey, it’s just laundry). And why would I go to the Laundromat and pay a machine for me to wait around when I can be having fun doing...
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Friday, May 23, 2008
ODE TO LIMBO
This is an edited re-post from 11/07. I got one comment, then. Seems a lone reader got lost in the piece., and we are still trying to find her. So, this time, I thought a preface after the fact might be in order. Have you ever re-arrived home in Blue October, the rain pouring down, two traffic jams,...
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Monday, May 19, 2008
POLKA-DOT ANNIE GOES TO THE MOON
Polka-dot Annie goes to the Moon singing with her earphones on, and chewing gum. But she misses her connection, and goes into another orbit, landing on an alternative Moon. She gets out of her space capsule wearing her polka dot cotton dress holding her worn suitcase and wearing her new hat with the...
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Saturday, May 17, 2008
TODAY'S INTERLUDE
Since the self-apparent seems to be in hiding, I decided to go directly to my essence--not that it has anything to say (and I’m not even sure I have one), but I thought it was a good idea to begin someplace, even if we never talked before. So, I begin my journey (about 2 minutes) and arrive at the...
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Friday, May 16, 2008
PRECIPICE
In the shadows of my life This flickering dawn That all I am is how I was born I retreat, of course, to my possible world To know my name, and that was all The house was big but the spaces small Just so I could count them all As I counted the spaces, another idea To question myself of why I was here...
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Wednesday, May 14, 2008
FOR TODAY ONLY
I’m re-documenting a faith, today with little stars and tiny green arrows crossed within a hue of blue Perhaps nothing will be noticed if the tree does not creak, or the hand does not tremble Perhaps nothing will be noticed, at all if something does not happen Yes, I’m re-affirming my faith, today...
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Tuesday, May 13, 2008
UNDER THE MILKWEED
The root that grows the pod to burst Just to find another piece of earth A thousand parachutes seeking a dwelling I would sneeze if I could spell “schnozzoli”
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Sunday, May 11, 2008
POEM WITHOUT A CANVASS
So, here I am in a mid-afternoon counting my marbles the door open, the Sun silent listening to the distant sounds of Summer In this still moment, I think about the mood a painter might play with a blue door open to an oblique plane of sunlight Yes, I know this painting as well as this faint breeze...
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