This one's going
To be impossible
To follow--
Avanti!
new old kid on the blog, with an occasional old or new poem written off the old writer's block
Monday, October 13, 2008
Six Words in Search of Consummation
seed pods bur sting
in cemeteries
(First published in The Southeastern Review: A Quarterly Journal of the Humanities in the Southeastern Mediterranean, V.1, N.1, 1990.)
in cemeteries
(First published in The Southeastern Review: A Quarterly Journal of the Humanities in the Southeastern Mediterranean, V.1, N.1, 1990.)
Sunday, October 12, 2008
The Unredeemed
And yea, it shall come to pass,
And ye shall see them bereft
Wavering
Over the abyss of legal tender,
And the unredeemable
Waiting minions
Waving millions
Left in the wake
Of their waiting,
Empty hands.
And ye shall see them bereft
Wavering
Over the abyss of legal tender,
And the unredeemable
Waiting minions
Waving millions
Left in the wake
Of their waiting,
Empty hands.
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Depression in Ft. Atkinson, Wisconsin
Remember our pale, blue
picket fence, Dad?
We painted it,
as good as new.
You stepped on the gas
instead of braking,
shot the Chevy thru.
(First published in Poetry Salzburg Review No. 2, Winter 2001/02)
picket fence, Dad?
We painted it,
as good as new.
You stepped on the gas
instead of braking,
shot the Chevy thru.
(First published in Poetry Salzburg Review No. 2, Winter 2001/02)
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