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
FREE MAN IN PARIS
There is no shortage of inspirational
jingles out there And a self help industry
for the theraphobic But how many actually
move to their dream city? Or camp out in
Big Sur for a decade?
When I was there my hiking guru said: JUST SHOW UP
But he was having an affair with a work scholar
from Texas She took his advice and messed up her
life but good So when some rugged guy suggests:
There is but a gossamer veil between you and your
dreams Find out if he’s married and desperate to
have you believe in parthenogenetic birth –
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Fall 2012 for Hadley Richardson Hemingway The Paris Wife
GEHRY’S FOREST
Intestinal stairway to heaven
In the atrium of local gallery
Redwood quivers giving off
scent of forest at dawn Describe the light
Maleable Closed Mondays
Were the trees happier in
Virginia? Sometimes they
whisper secrets to art patron
who scurries to & fro in search of martini and olives
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Fall 2012 Ode to A.G.O.
MUST BE THE SEASON OF THE WITCH YEAH
The disruption of the seasons changing
again No more languorously laying
in the garden tanning my legs &
dredging up words amidst scantily
clad co-eds pretending to learn
Now it’s chilly my legs a garish yellow
and I am walking the halls of the A.G.O.
alone Except for the bearded tourists
who ask to take my picture & touch my hair
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Fall 2012
DARKNESS AT THE EDGES
Maybe I can tell you dusk like
Lawren Harris paints it: All teals
gunmetal shadows black peeping
through the cracks Utter stillness
& world receding Chill creeping into bones
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Fall 2012
TINY DANCER IN MY HAND
Writing is such a sedentary
preoccupation It is glaringly
egotistical too But for you –
my words remain in a dark
bin with a dried up millipede
or 2 If I were a dancer I
would PLIÉ my way out of
here For I am starting to sound
like Dr. Seuss
No doubt I will be pilloried in my lifetime
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Fall 2012
Our house was a very very very fine house
We had a goat & a father A horse & a mother
& a farm We had a home on a ravine on a street
near our school & a Grandfather on a stool in our
kitchen Now life is meaner and we have some
plates & our mother’s vacuum cleaner & the toe bone
of a dinosaur Who is as extinct as we are
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..We’re makin new plans gonna start it again..
..O rise and show your power..
Summer 2012 inspired by CSNY & The Parachute Club
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