Saturday, April 30, 2011
green
green is the color of my love's eyes
spring rustling rhododendrons
fuse of sacrificial protection
copper verdigris weathervane
greenback emolument
xylem sap pumping veins
eden recreated with every respiration
spring rustling rhododendrons
fuse of sacrificial protection
copper verdigris weathervane
greenback emolument
xylem sap pumping veins
eden recreated with every respiration
Friday, April 29, 2011
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Monday, April 25, 2011
Lilies twitterpoem
lilies forced
new year
early wakeup
chilly feet
unseasonal light
immigrant Japan, Bermuda
night shift
calendar tyranny
salvation on demand
new year
early wakeup
chilly feet
unseasonal light
immigrant Japan, Bermuda
night shift
calendar tyranny
salvation on demand
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Friday, April 22, 2011
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Suspiro
after John Slater
the monk prays
prunes in the zen garden
bakes bread
the lover caresses
blows on the fire
flows with the pulse
as the deer in the running brook
breathing with intention
moving, contemplating
the unsighing life is not worth living
the monk prays
prunes in the zen garden
bakes bread
the lover caresses
blows on the fire
flows with the pulse
as the deer in the running brook
breathing with intention
moving, contemplating
the unsighing life is not worth living
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Monday, April 18, 2011
John Henry
John Henry was a steel driving man
New Jersey 3rd corps, Army of Potomac, camp servant
10 years for "stealing" from Wiseman's grocery
City Point Virginia
prisoner #497 on the chain gang
drove steel in the Lewis tunnel
beat that steam drill down
but the steam drill got revenge
kicking up silica dust
killed a hundred convict laborers
bodies shipped back to White House, Richmond
for the $100 deposit, buried in the sand
the ribbon of steel,
that binds a nation,
rides on the toil of men,
remembered only in a song.
New Jersey 3rd corps, Army of Potomac, camp servant
10 years for "stealing" from Wiseman's grocery
City Point Virginia
prisoner #497 on the chain gang
drove steel in the Lewis tunnel
beat that steam drill down
but the steam drill got revenge
kicking up silica dust
killed a hundred convict laborers
bodies shipped back to White House, Richmond
for the $100 deposit, buried in the sand
the ribbon of steel,
that binds a nation,
rides on the toil of men,
remembered only in a song.
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Saturday, April 16, 2011
a doll's house, for Bridget Sue Lambert
I had fun last nite
the surreal doll's house
the bedspread from a sock
football on the tv
purse contents strewn on the bed
preliminaries to an encounter
the small people in the mirror
oh, what a paradise is seems
the surreal doll's house
the bedspread from a sock
football on the tv
purse contents strewn on the bed
preliminaries to an encounter
the small people in the mirror
oh, what a paradise is seems
Friday, April 15, 2011
temples
the elegant men
stroll by treasury temple
share drinks at Rhodes Tavern
the spring orange light
ionic columns glow (ering)
gone are the days of the Cash Room
here are the years of golden slacks
stroll by treasury temple
share drinks at Rhodes Tavern
the spring orange light
ionic columns glow (ering)
gone are the days of the Cash Room
here are the years of golden slacks
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Monday, April 11, 2011
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Friday, April 8, 2011
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Monday, April 4, 2011
Sunday, April 3, 2011
i will die
for James Griffith
In the snow
In the crosswalk
Jefferson Davis Highway, and Backlick Road
At Accotink village, by the Eleanor Kennedy shelter
The flailing rush hour
Thousands cursing, six lane parking lot
Spinning uphill, sliding downhill
Gunning through intersection
The metal cracks
Crumpled fender, windshield starburst
Hair and bone rent
Life oozing in the gravel
The light changes
Another sacrifice to the god, Hermes
In the snow
In the crosswalk
Jefferson Davis Highway, and Backlick Road
At Accotink village, by the Eleanor Kennedy shelter
The flailing rush hour
Thousands cursing, six lane parking lot
Spinning uphill, sliding downhill
Gunning through intersection
The metal cracks
Crumpled fender, windshield starburst
Hair and bone rent
Life oozing in the gravel
The light changes
Another sacrifice to the god, Hermes
Saturday, April 2, 2011
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