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Well Dressed Sky

August 31, 2010

Well-Dressed Sky Like a flicked flea This cold Wednesday Tumbles across the room Rights itself And leaps again Toward the warm blood Of a passing dog. The Sky’s arms Are wide open, loving Above the young naked elms Promising full-breasted embraces From the clouds. There is no choice But to turn from her charms Carrying […]

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The Optimist

August 31, 2010

The Optimist You may think that I run When the mortgage bites At the soft back of my knee With teeth of interest. You may see a pallor On my surprised cheeks When my mechanic Hands me the bill Like a torpedo Flapping pages in my checkbook. You may think of robotic gestures When I […]

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Life Going Backwards

August 30, 2010

Life Going Backwards Sunset to searing noon Evening primrose folding in And the hours march In lockstep with eyes destroyed Holding on to a rope. Five O’clock, Four O’ Clock, three The sun blows holes in every tree Owning short shadows Rocks drop and roll down a shaken hill To kill the flames in the […]

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Predessessors at 3 am

August 27, 2010
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It is 3 am and nobody is awake but me and Sylvia Plath. She’s not letting me rest until I pay some debts. I am writing this so I can go back to sleep. Perhaps the most obvious of my artistic ancestors since quitting canvas for 3-D painted wood and poetry is William Blake. He […]

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