Take these half closed eyes
Not yet ready for their pennies
Take me with them, half way
Into your kaleidoscopes, & all, or
Half way to the modern-artists crimsons
Take these de-mystified lenses
Not yet to concede, or give in
Send them half way to paradise
With your surprises; rampant
Rapturous crystals piled ever high
Thursday, 15 October 2015
Wednesday, 14 October 2015
Cabin
Hemingway you said
Read a little Hemingway
Listen to some old Buddy Rich records
Perhaps a bite to eat, smorgasbord or the like
All of this sat by the log fire
With flames away up the chimney
Outside the snow falls
The pathways from the woods are iced over
Those once lively animals have settled
Into burrows and nests, there is no wind
The tufts of grass are all but hidden
By the settled flakes of joyous alimentation
Read a little Hemingway
Listen to some old Buddy Rich records
Perhaps a bite to eat, smorgasbord or the like
All of this sat by the log fire
With flames away up the chimney
Outside the snow falls
The pathways from the woods are iced over
Those once lively animals have settled
Into burrows and nests, there is no wind
The tufts of grass are all but hidden
By the settled flakes of joyous alimentation
Tuesday, 13 October 2015
Opposition
Sun sets
In deep resplendent red
Over the distant range
Of silhouette hills
Geese chuckle madly
Through the cusp
Of day and dusk
Somewhere
The evening primrose
Commences its rapid movement
The night at Emerson College
Is thus remembered
All the while I try to calm myself
After a workplace altercation
In deep resplendent red
Over the distant range
Of silhouette hills
Geese chuckle madly
Through the cusp
Of day and dusk
Somewhere
The evening primrose
Commences its rapid movement
The night at Emerson College
Is thus remembered
All the while I try to calm myself
After a workplace altercation
Monday, 12 October 2015
Filmic
Russian meadows, Yevtushenko's wolds
Orthodox church for all of farming stock
Idyllic imagery in slowed down slow motion
Sorrowful sorrows; ten words are ushered in
I am having a child, but it is not yours
Broken, taken at that instant, loss
Immense loss measured by desolate means
In union with the desperate soul who feels the
Crushing burden; the raw words of loneliness
Smiling eyes, cheerful conversation, an interlude, then
Death, comatose after the abortion, unquenched pain
The unrequited absence, loves abstention in abstensis
Our own destructions, laid bare, to flagrantly destroy us
Orthodox church for all of farming stock
Idyllic imagery in slowed down slow motion
Sorrowful sorrows; ten words are ushered in
I am having a child, but it is not yours
Broken, taken at that instant, loss
Immense loss measured by desolate means
In union with the desperate soul who feels the
Crushing burden; the raw words of loneliness
Smiling eyes, cheerful conversation, an interlude, then
Death, comatose after the abortion, unquenched pain
The unrequited absence, loves abstention in abstensis
Our own destructions, laid bare, to flagrantly destroy us
Sunday, 11 October 2015
Countryside Café
All those times I drove along this road
Times when you were not open for business
Or times when I did not have the time to care
Today I took the time to leave my workplace early
It's already been a week I've been away from home
Time enough, time for the daffodils to flower
Time for the lawns to be more than my own
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