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Wednesday, July 18, 2012
Staking out the Usual Suspect
Stick to your MO, gumshoe—
Stare out the window
Long enough, no matter what
The view, you’ll see
The frame becomes you.
Monday, July 16, 2012
Hung up on the Goddess
God, I’m a hopeless case—
Where other mortals see
Wave after wave of ripples
Caressing the shore,
In the foam of my mind I see her
Multitudinous immortal nipples
And still thirst for more.
Sunday, July 15, 2012
Calling Card
Where oh where are the cicadas?
You can hear their quivering
Insistence in the pines but never
A sign of their presence in the air—
Only their empty shells at the end
Of summer remind you
They too were there.
Thursday, July 12, 2012
Out to Lunch
And offline until Sunday while I escape to the shores of the Ionian in the company of George Seferis (actually his spirit as revealed through his books, but you knew that)
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Coming Up In The World
Where once there was
An outhouse
With swatches of news
Paper nailed to bare brick
Wall next to a hole,
Now indoors
A fine vitreous fixture
And a roll
Of soft ass-wipe unwound,
Touching cool
Marble floor.
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