Nothing substantial, a revenant
Forever taking us back to where
We thought we were relevant.
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Southern Exposure
In a stretch of winter sunshine,
Against a harsh weather-
Worn veranda wall,
Soft blue slippers up-
Right in the afternoon,
Next to a beckoning
Red-pillowed chair.
Against a harsh weather-
Worn veranda wall,
Soft blue slippers up-
Right in the afternoon,
Next to a beckoning
Red-pillowed chair.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Monday, December 7, 2009
Starship Earth
Beam us up, Scotty—
Our captain was dead right when he told us
There’d be enough light
Years here for only
One night.
Our captain was dead right when he told us
There’d be enough light
Years here for only
One night.
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Narcissus
Perhaps
One imagines himself,
As in that line
Of Oppen’s,
Addressing his peers,
Or one does not. If he does,
He may well wonder how;
If not, he may fancy himself
Lost in reflection,
Wondering why.
One imagines himself,
As in that line
Of Oppen’s,
Addressing his peers,
Or one does not. If he does,
He may well wonder how;
If not, he may fancy himself
Lost in reflection,
Wondering why.
Friday, December 4, 2009
Bird in the Hand
im. Kurt Vonnegut (1922-2007)
One crow cawing in the luminous
Distance remains
Never so ominous
An omen
As one groping in desperation
For the next one waiting
To hand him over
To despair.
(Thanks to Annie Wyndham, whose blog post here inspired the above.)
One crow cawing in the luminous
Distance remains
Never so ominous
An omen
As one groping in desperation
For the next one waiting
To hand him over
To despair.
(Thanks to Annie Wyndham, whose blog post here inspired the above.)
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Token of Appreciation
Love, here’s a penny for your thoughts—
The word I gave you had a hole in it,
Not worth a plugged nickel—now tell me
When are you going to give it back?
The word I gave you had a hole in it,
Not worth a plugged nickel—now tell me
When are you going to give it back?
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