Pounding the piano keys with hammer Perhaps I’m just a little worn Anxious with my ideas about fashion Popular places on this planet Green water coastlining particularly Radical chic blondes Ho Chi minks Linked to gentle underworld types or else: Just linked to my lovely children: Well we can mild warm air and ferry ride…
I am not immune to your pleas of transformation. Today I burned all my socialist verse. Outdoors, a gust of wind lifted the oak leaves into a momentary show of hands. To build a life, brimming, like roses after rain, we pour contents from flask to flask, to float some dream. Yesterday we fed the…
The Editor to His Stoned Assistant: The pans are too slow and deliberate church after church in the snake August haze and those frigging teardrop doors cut ’em goddammit! Indian Extra: What we read comes through muffled no tempo no pace that sudden cold Stoned Assistant Editor: It’s strange the sense of the non word…
Superstition, more consistent that dog, God or alcohol, was slathered onto the face of a young beauty I knew Nose, lip, tooth, eye, limb, hand and hip were portraits of such meanings as kind, courteous, honest, brave, weak and true What bliss to be in his presence. Safety was insured, as he always rejected the…
If only a quiet taxidermist moved in this time! Imagine, he’d sew fox paws all night, polish the delicate nails until they shone like black glass. Or a silent movie actress running her old films with shaking, arthritic hands, the reels barely clicking. Why not a crabby postman unpacking canvas sacks stuffed with dead letters…
Speckled grey smooth belly of a lake trout. Azure swirls, cerulean glaze plum-rose smear runs clear along the lip. What a pleasing affirmative heft these bowls smoking clean from the dishwater blessed with a calm and rightness bless us.
1. When they are babies, don’t put them down, even for the telephone 2. Feed them whenever they want 3. They must not cry! (Colic can be relieved by placing them, belly down, on the dryer, while it is running warm) 4. Don’t make them sleep alone 5. Sleep with them until they are four…
A woman sobs on the toilet. Hearing her through the wall, I imagine the pink lace unraveled from her nightgown as she strokes her knees. Upstairs there’s a pop. I suppose a retired barber spread lather on a balloon to test his swollen hands; now he’ll hang himself. No, perhaps two teenagers shyly undressing for…
Transience of all things mutability odes ruins something any thing two step. In college I had a teacher he wrote a book One Man’s Meter he sang Keats to “You’re the cream in my coffee” and advised me “Read a good book after dinner every night.”
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