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Sue’s Painting
Sue’s Painting
The blue arch over fire’s horizon
blood and ocean
as complete as clouds allow
reaches Sue
and is affixed to the canvass
Is that smoke ascending
to the south, billowing purple?
And the parrots watching
are they yellow bibbed warriors
or simply her imagination, yours
and mine?
Wislawa Symborska
We lost a treasure of a poet on Wednesday. The depth and simplicity of Wislawa Symborska’s work reflect a great soul who has left us and who will be missed.
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. TRUE LOVE True love. Is it normal, Placed on the same pedestal for no good reason, Look at the happy couple. It’s hard even to guess how far things might go True love. Is it really necessary? Let the people who never find true love Their faith will make it easier for them to live and die. |
Next to Nothing
No greater than the sum
of cancer’s brigade
advanced over the border
at 57th Street
to your skin
Smaller than the gem
on you thumb
pointing strontium
to flee from
(half-a-life)
Oh tiny
as the pretext for war
all gadgetry’s required
to inflate
A few piranha at your feet
One fine anopheles
The little tse tse
Pretty grains of wheat missing
Seeds
minute still
ripped from terraced hill
in deluge down to wayside ditch
and swelling up and splitting
Published Synaesthesia
History
“Those who cannot remember
the past are condemned to repeat it”
The back rooms were bus
as Napoleon started to fall
and new types of murder were devised
for the future and map change
In the sophisticated theater of the absurd
two hundred years later
a million lieutenants believed
they were holding golden apples
and the people didn’t how to read
aside from the engineers of evil
the 2nd or 3rd in command
with their pipeline to Puppet for a Day
So it was was repeated one more time!
with guffaws or with shrieks from the tortured
as the birds faded, the cicadas electrically buzzed
and a few stomachs gurgled, after the banquet
Published Durable Goods 39
2010
Several 2010
DUET
I wanted to do a somersault
at the height of senectitude
But my eye glasses cracked
and three bones couldn’t perform
So I took up acting
My dog crossed the stage
at the climax and barked
The audience was confused
as I stood in the wings
and she cocked her head
under the lights gazed at me
awaiting my words and my voice,
which were her music
Feb.22, 2010
STATIONS
The bones are growing
but brain is folding up
You’re on a trip
a vacation
not a care in your head
Drink your milk, they say
you obey with exquisite fromage
to live a century and a half
more than your bible has promised
Now what?
You dont ask
the stations of your cross
are new
and special
They pleasure you
at each
Even the whips are a good
in this life of queens
and kings
the earth neatly divided
a blind fold when your new vehicle
passes beggars on the road
and a few lepers
as you head for the next stop
and give yourself to your masters
4/27/2010
WINDOW
The squirrels were scurrying
Three of them frolicking
or mating
in the trees
fronded boughs obscuring
what was happening
But there were flashes
of movement
feelings of happiness
a pigeon passing overhead
and a pencil that followed
jotting it down
May 2010
LATE
I was a bit remiss
Forgive me
There was a car race, a ball game, a
broken connection to the internet
and the latest technological wonder
come to town
Nothing personal, no slight in this
I swear it
Simply that my recall failed
so that I remembered a day late
which was too late
And now I can’t tell you!
So I display my burdened time
to readers who are confirm
in others’ words
regretting that you’ve departed for good
as I stop a moment and realize
what seemed to be a mental entity
was your flesh and your blood
May, 2010
Some Didn’t Love Him..for Mohammed Ali, with love and appreciation
Before he was undisputed champion
they’d detract from his skill
wanting him to take blows for dollars.
But he was smart and gained the crown
taking as few punches as possible,
quick on his feet, weaving in the ring
in a way that confounded
some thinking no fight had been fought at all
and that they had been cheated.
After that he changed his name which freaked them.
Who’d ever heard of Mohammed
American star?
Then, he refused to support the war
against straw hat peasants,
rejecting the certain adulation
of troops, sent to die
for the notions and greed of established men.
For this, he gave up his splendid career
and went to jail, a true believer.
Later he supported old age homes
and led a plain family life,
shaking like many before him,
speaking with excruciating effort,
he who is always my hero,
the greatest of all
Some Didn’t Love Him
with love and appreciation for Mohammed Ali
Before he was undisputed champion
they’d detract from his skill
wanting him to take blows for dollars.
But he was smart and gained the crown
taking as few punches as possible,
quick on his feet, weaving in the ring
in a way that confounded
some thinking no fight had been fought at all
and that they had been cheated.
After that he changed his name which freaked them.
Who’d ever heard of Mohammed
American star?
Then, he refused to support the war
against straw hat peasants,
rejecting the certain adulation
of troops, sent to die
for the notions and greed of established men.
For this, he gave up his splendid career
and went to jail, a true believer.
Later he supported old age homes
and led a plain family life,
shaking like many before him,
speaking with excruciating effort,
he who is always my hero,
the greatest of all