misty-eyed
wayfarer clearly misguided lost
in transition taken in
.
by the way the mist was not
.
missed
new old kid on the blog, with an occasional old or new poem written off the old writer's block
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Monday, July 12, 2010
Tin, Pannier Alley
Where a wordsmith can be found writing a small street song to the accompaniment of a tinsmith's hammer.
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Friday, July 9, 2010
Poet in Reticence, Atacama, Chile
Don’t piss it all away, Aloysius—
Refresh us with what precious
Treacle you purvey but pray
Spare your best for a rainy day.
Refresh us with what precious
Treacle you purvey but pray
Spare your best for a rainy day.
Thursday, July 8, 2010
A Tangled Poetic Matter
On a bluff over the sea,
Under a low-lying wind-swept
Canopy of pines, a bed
Of matted needles where
The high-strung strident
Body composes itself
By lying silent.
Under a low-lying wind-swept
Canopy of pines, a bed
Of matted needles where
The high-strung strident
Body composes itself
By lying silent.
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