FOXY LADY
A grown woman just asked if she might
touch the faux fox stole eyes and all
around my neck She begins by petting
it’s nose then her hand wanders to my
cheek which she strokes as though she
cannot tell the difference between fox and me
I wonder if she is lonely or just looking
for a redheaded Poet to keep her warm at night
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Fall 2012
YOU’RE SO FINE YOU BLOW MY MIND HEY RICKY
There’s an odd young man wandering the
Gallery today Long yellow hair a too dark
tan A flash of my grade school boyfriend
who appeared in a dream last night A boy
Elvis Quite mad by high school He had
a band in Grade 5 A bouffant by grade 10
And a bruise under his eye far too often
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Fall 2012
THE SKY IS FALLING THE SKY IS FALLING
Looking at the gap that used to be twin towers
Now a dour black skyscrape & beside it a hole filled
with air Visions of 3000+ dying inside fill up
the space around me as I ride the Liberty Ferry
on a grey NYC spring day
When darkness comes And pain is all around Like a bridge
over troubled water I will lay me down
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NYC Spring 2012 Ode to The Twinless Tower
Songanddancegirl Simon & Garfunkel
FINAL SALE
I want to write a poem with edges
A cutting edge poem I want to
sign you up I want your pledge:
You will walk the line into this
poem and not be distracted for
the 1:32 seconds it takes to decide
if I have made a solid case
Ranted
Enchanted
Provoked
Evoked your curiosity
Enough to have you fork over
$32.95 for 3,276 words I have
purged from Middlearth where
I have now spent more than 1/2
of my life in your service
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Fall 2012
O CANADA
If you look at the G.G. winners of any
given year you will generally find:
the quotidian
meercats
muskox
a moose & the sea
a pretty girl by a fence on a hill in Nova Scotia
And a safe place to spend the rest of your life*
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*With the exception of David Donnell Settlements 1983
…Her hand moves like a dove with strawberries in its bill…
what will he hold in his hands above her head except roses,
and the invisible antlers of a stag?…
Fall 2012
AND I DON’T MIND THE MISSIONARY POSITION MUCH
This poncy woman poet said:
I never sit down
to write a poem
It’s about projects *also noting her fondness for archives
Her latest book is about:
A manuscript found
in a garbage bin
It is thin & spare but published by a very hip house
I think about this each time
I do sit down
to write a poem
Now feeling like a
literary leper –
Because I pick up a pen put it to a blank page
and wait
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Spring 2010
ROSES ARE
Today was a day when RED meant
nothing Especially when it was
supposed to mean something
Escaped intersections within inches
of my life: Why are they all stopping?
It was the day I was going to use my new
index cards to write like Blake Instead
I’m faking it on piss yellow post it paper
Thankful I did not meet my maker
When everything was supposed to be different except it wasn’t
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Fall 2012
WHO AMONG THE ORDER OF ANGELS will hear me when I call…
I am sitting on a sticky chair in a
gorgeous courtyard reading
Louise Gluck Those 2 dots above
the u which I don’t even have the
technology to reproduce must make
her brilliant Pulitzer & Pen cannot
be mistaken Those little globes haunt
me as I try to carve out a poem Without ripping off Rilke
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Summer 2012
DON’T STAND SO CLOSE
I find that I am moaning loudly
in public places & saying Oh God
quietly in private spaces I can’t
figure out if I have stolen an umbrella
Or not Someone removed mine *(Giverny inspired)
from it’s hole and left me with
a gunmetal surrogate
I snapped it up with aplomb
Now a driving rain has made a mess of
my hair And if I ever spy said Monet
on a street corner I will flay the bastard handling it
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Fall 2012
ASHES TO ASHES
I once painted a scene where colored
bits flew up in the air from a single
chimney A line of people wearing said
colors approached a low building in
single file Attempting non attachment
I left it at a hotel in Carmel By The Sea
That was 25yrs. ago And I have never
forgotten it Rainbow bits of Jews
blowing in the wind The answer is black & white and illusive
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Spring 2012
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