Lonesome old cow I hap-
Hazardly tethered loosely
To this tree, twisting
The rope taut all night in-
To a noose instead of snoozing
Contentedly like Elsie,
How could you
Be the death of me.
new old kid on the blog, with an occasional old or new poem written off the old writer's block
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Early Morning, Elderly Biker Hits Trail
Descending river
Bank road, brushing
Scent of dew-
Moistened wild fennel
Flowering before
Sun ascends.
Bank road, brushing
Scent of dew-
Moistened wild fennel
Flowering before
Sun ascends.
Friday, September 4, 2009
Friday, DNL the 13th
No, it's definitely not Friday the 13th but it is Definitely Not Lemmings #13; thank you Mairi.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
It Figures
So before you
Become just another
Statistic,
Carry your self over
To the next column
Waiting
To be tallied,
Mark off the cipher
No longer there.
Become just another
Statistic,
Carry your self over
To the next column
Waiting
To be tallied,
Mark off the cipher
No longer there.
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Luck of the Draw, Boot Camp, Ft. Leonard Wood, Missouri, 1965
You never knew Jean Genet had a twin brother, did you? Well, here he is, wearing horn-rimmed glasses and a genuine Madras shirt underneath a handmade Milk and Honey sweater knitted in 1964. I forget what brand of cigarettes he was smoking at that time (Luckies?) but I do remember reading somewhere in Genet's memoirs how cool his brother said his head felt. That was before Vietnam toasted a lot of his buddies, while he was lucky enough to sweat out most of his two-year hitch playing the role of Kool Kompany Klerk in Sandia Base, Albuquerque, New Mexico.
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