to the boy
pulling his small toy boat
across
the street the
seas aside
walk.
(from The Intricate Evasions of As)
new old kid on the blog, with an occasional old or new poem written off the old writer's block
Friday, December 19, 2008
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
There's a Sucker Born Every Minute
Believe it or not,
I read somewhere that
Some land snails can
Lift ten times their weight
Up a vertical surface;
So if you were as strong as that
And sucked just as well
And weighed in at one hundred fifty pounds,
You could haul one thousand
Five hundred pounds of suckers
Straight up a wall.
I read somewhere that
Some land snails can
Lift ten times their weight
Up a vertical surface;
So if you were as strong as that
And sucked just as well
And weighed in at one hundred fifty pounds,
You could haul one thousand
Five hundred pounds of suckers
Straight up a wall.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Two Ways of Looking at the Gravity of the World
Pessimism:
Red-eyed,
The first thing you see
In the morning
Is a falling
Yellow
Leaf.
Optimism:
What--
An uplifting
Brisk wind brings it
To land on a flying green tarmac.
Red-eyed,
The first thing you see
In the morning
Is a falling
Yellow
Leaf.
Optimism:
What--
An uplifting
Brisk wind brings it
To land on a flying green tarmac.
Monday, December 15, 2008
Man on a Donkey

Song
To hoof it with
The ass, always
In the saddle.
(From Sentences, 1976)
The ass in the saddle is still alive and kicking, though not as exuberantly as in this snapshot; his sidekick of a workhorse sloshing in mud bringing up the rear is sadly no longer with us (no great wonder); the poor, ladened quadruped has also hoofed it for greener pastures: Photo taken during olive harvesting, winter of 1963--when women were women and men beasts.
Standoff
Watching
The cat poised, watching
The tall, motionless grass,
Ready to pounce on to
Whatever it is, it waits
For it to make its move,
It must
Remain perfectly still
Until the right
Time comes,
If ever it will.
The cat poised, watching
The tall, motionless grass,
Ready to pounce on to
Whatever it is, it waits
For it to make its move,
It must
Remain perfectly still
Until the right
Time comes,
If ever it will.
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