Short and Sweet

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Wednesday, February 21, 2007

A moody short and sweet by T.S. Elliot

Morning at the Window They are rattling breakfast plates in basement kitchens, And along the trampled edges of the street I am aware of the damp souls of housemaids Sprouting despondently at area gates. The brown waves of fog toss up to me Twisted faces from the bottom of the street, And tear from a... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, February 18, 2007

Plant Octet

FTD I picked up clematis— no, it's not what you think It's a sweet climbing flower that's frothy and pink Vine I've got a crown of grapes I'm weeping wine You've left me withering on the vine ¡Uvas, No! I've never really had much truck with grapes and their purple cluster f--k Rare I'm an heirloom... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, February 16, 2007

Fountain

I'm splashing in a fountain that was choked with leaves and silt My dreams are back to tinkling, "There's a castle to be built!" Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, February 14, 2007

Bulb

You planted a bulb many winters ago and I honestly thought that it never would bloom. But between your persistence and the pressure of time, this flower's now a rocket and it's shooting for the moon. Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, February 13, 2007

Hwy 395 to Reno

I'm gonna turn off at Smokey Bear Road Gonna stop at Donner Pass for some thigh á la mode *I found this little short and sweet while cleaning my room, an artifact from a long drive I made about 4 months ago. *For those friends of mine who read my last poem, I am not a Double D! The poem is called... Sign in to see full entry.

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Overabundance

I've drunk too much I'm in my cups They're Double D It's all too much Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, February 12, 2007

Big Yellow Taxidermy (a lover's post-mortem)

Is it true what Joni Mitchell says— we don't notice all the good things 'till they're gone? If we shopped at a paved-over paradise swapmeet, would tomorrow's treasures sell today for a song? Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, February 10, 2007

Fantasy Octet

A good time Sipping cherry soda— hanging porch swing, cool veranda, watching purple trumpets tumble from the Jacaranda Good morning So I’m underneath the covers when a finger taps my nose: “Breakfast’s on in half an hour, now enjoy another doze.” Seeds of Bombay We find a spice in an Indian shop... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, February 8, 2007

Moonshine

I set corn mash, malt and sugar in a jar It hardened to liquor, and here you are Tellin’ me you love me with your tongue hung thick My moonshine’s enough to make an old mule kick Sign in to see full entry.

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Martial (marital?) Arts

To not go postal when your lover quits you takes some serious mental jujitsu Sign in to see full entry.

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