Volaar's Sedentary Medicine Show: Tonic Poetry

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Saturday, February 12, 2005

Where Would Jesus Shop?

The everlasting word is two doors down From a Chinese buffet, And two doors away From a local gunsmith. Who blues my rifle, Eats lunch without a trifle And I can be saved for a season of the hunt. You can tell what religion that I am Not by package, nor my burial plan, But by where I shop in times... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, February 11, 2005

Lady Copper

Lady fair and fragile Someone slipped a knife Through your cerements And pierced hollow Your most profound skin. Looking out into the sea A torch grows dim and disappears Into a sunset r aining red Feeling not yet the wound As the blood of the patriots And the passionate Spills wholesale over your... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, February 7, 2005

For My Mother, Again

a brown metal box sits atop a gurney that rocks and rolls as i feel every flaw in the asphalt and concrete we carried grandma, not your mother, in ten degree weather up steep stairs and onto a pedestal in a church now we are rolling you across flat land across the San Joaquin but for some reason i... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, January 30, 2005

The Time After the Timeless Time in Texas

“You broke my heart,” he said she said in pieces on the floor Unspoken wounds do lie in wait in time with time before. “How could my love be straightened,” she said he spake through lips and tongue and heart Bedazzled by a sunset Moon she knows not nature’s part. And nor does he who sees the wounds... Sign in to see full entry.

A Timeless Time In Texas

Snow capped azure bonnets flowing with the wind The lovers lay just as before as time begins again In barley billowed golden Spring that falls into the earth To rise again within the womb forsaken since our birth Into a world that knows not how or why or what or when I flow with you into the ground... Sign in to see full entry.

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Lyric poetry, Shmyric poetry! I love poetry because a good poem can paint an entire human experience in just a few well-chosen word-images. That's what I'm shootin' for. I may not always hit it, but it's working for me today.