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Posts Tagged ‘Art’
Boulder
As I woke from nightmare of you leaving me I turned to find you in angelsleep head resting on cloudwhite sheets silver in shadow and folds your hair spread out around your shoulders like undersea ad flowing light filters in from glass skylight like the surface of an old country pond or the ocean we’ve [...]
Where We Once Stole Shadows
I will place a stone on your keryn to bury and close the eyes of phantoms which follow you in sleep and follow me each moment my eyes can see sky or pavement cracked and littered with glass or the blueblackness behind the lids of my eyes. I will place a stone on your keryn [...]
Ringfinger
We could feel the coming of winter – the slight new bitterness of dust wrapping around our ankles as we walked over rusted roots of trees which broke through stone. We could feel the coming of winter and could hear smiles of days past through the branches of pines and understood what it was to [...]
All Blues
All Blues all the time 1956/96: the date blurs the towns all the same all an undersea swimming in greens and blues and smoke The only feel on my skin is the cold of copper rubbing together in my pocket and the tobacco which has fallen from crumpled, broken packs of cigarettes. You sit again [...]
On Past Morning
There are few stars brighter than those of highway miles and even fewer silverhaired memories of night that can shine beside Oregon, California, Arizona and her wooden teepees who are unwelcoming in the still of a night filled only with snow of high plains and exhaust fumes which fill the moon with only a longing [...]
Dum Poeta
Dum Poeta Homines Laudat, Poetam Laudo While the poet praises humanity, I praise the poet with shaking hand and stained fingers headpiece filled with straw burns bright like a roman candle Tobacco covers these words while I sip freely from ashes of a forgotten world. Je ne te connais pas Tu ne me connait pas [...]
Ti Jean
No lamp-lighters come ‘round here anymore The acetelyne filaments flicker o As the Monk of 1958 plays in Blue Note disjunctive mindlums The yellow fog rubs its back on windows and creeps under open windows and dark deep into lungs Coffee steam rises soft and whispers answers to questions held in dream The smoke smoke [...]
America
America, God still loves you — Just in case you were wondering – Just in case you were staring at the sky in wide-eyed manic merriment chuckling at the old, forlorn watchmaker Just in case you felt guilty at night – a little tipsy off martinis or maybe piss drunk on the ol’ 8-Ball, wetting [...]
An Ending
"Not Without Hope We Suffer And Mourn . . ." — W. Wordsworth, Elegaic Stanzas And now sweet sister who art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name In that glowing, burning bright mystical world of flowing gowns and flowers like daises daffodils crying white baby’s breath in your golden hair I remember how you stood [...]