A moment of time
Caught in a poet's camera
To be lovely
An image of mama and baby at sunset
Precious seconds of life
Friday, January 31, 2014
Earth Without Form
hours and hours from the sun
called into being by the one
more dead than alive by the looks of it
hopped up and strung out on earth credit
love for love they’d exchange their spark
on waves; on beaches; through freeway parks
acid rain soothes the dawn
along the bank the carriage drawn
never before and never again
would the atlas break back the long lost dead
Ramboed out a couple of guns
to deliver a fine, fine death to the devils’ flood
never before and never again
would the rose dare whisper what the wasp had said
a little bit of knowledge is a dangerous thing
for the Buddhist & Muslims & Opus Dei
never before and never again
could they bust the rock off its’ orbited spin
called into being by the one
more dead than alive by the looks of it
hopped up and strung out on earth credit
love for love they’d exchange their spark
on waves; on beaches; through freeway parks
acid rain soothes the dawn
along the bank the carriage drawn
never before and never again
would the atlas break back the long lost dead
Ramboed out a couple of guns
to deliver a fine, fine death to the devils’ flood
never before and never again
would the rose dare whisper what the wasp had said
a little bit of knowledge is a dangerous thing
for the Buddhist & Muslims & Opus Dei
never before and never again
could they bust the rock off its’ orbited spin
Devices {Romantic}
being in a happy relationship
- interrupted by death -
would be terrible, painful, torturous -
I can only imagine....
and i don't want to lose you now
I don't want to lose you either
by crowding into your life
time is flying
so it will be soon
the love we share
is as rare as the rarest ruby
Is there a pattern to it?
If something like that ever happened
I'd feel like a ship - lost at sea
I would sit on a beach
all day
& drift away
- interrupted by death -
would be terrible, painful, torturous -
I can only imagine....
and i don't want to lose you now
I don't want to lose you either
by crowding into your life
time is flying
so it will be soon
the love we share
is as rare as the rarest ruby
Is there a pattern to it?
If something like that ever happened
I'd feel like a ship - lost at sea
I would sit on a beach
all day
& drift away
Here Come the Children
We all come from somewhere
My mom is from Italians and Pollocks
And my father.... God only knows
Though I consider myself a New Yorker,
I have traveled this land so far and wide,
I could call a handful of states my home
And that is what I felt in Europe:
Barcelona - home
Madrid - home
Nice - home
Amsterdam - home
Milan - home
My mom woke up and gave me a play-by-play
of everything that was happening, on the treacherous hills
outside the dining room windows
and through our UN-privacied fence
'Here comes another truck. Oh my! How will they get up the hill? They should turn around,OH! What could they be thinking?....'
I saw a group of hillbilly children
dragging sleds around!?!?!?
1\4 of an inch of snow!
A economy car was stuck
on a 30° incline
for an hour and a half!!!!
Whaaa!?!?!?
It just ain't right
I don't mean hillbillies as an insult
I mean it as a matter of fact
Some of the most successful folk are hillfolk
Oh sure! It's probably enough for these kids
just to be out of school
When I was in SF I saw the children
carrying these 'kites' around
made from cereal boxes.
I thought: how precious and sad.
Today with the hillbilly children,
I felt that same emotion
Those kites weren't going anywhere
And neither were the sleds
A young girl, teenager, had a red camera
(probably just got it for Christmas).
She approaches this 'sledding event'
like a full page layout
in a major glossy publ.
Such innocence
make a person jealous
I was ashamed to even take
their picture
with my 50X Zoom
Cowered in the Man0r
like a shut-in
My mom is from Italians and Pollocks
And my father.... God only knows
Though I consider myself a New Yorker,
I have traveled this land so far and wide,
I could call a handful of states my home
And that is what I felt in Europe:
Barcelona - home
Madrid - home
Nice - home
Amsterdam - home
Milan - home
My mom woke up and gave me a play-by-play
of everything that was happening, on the treacherous hills
outside the dining room windows
and through our UN-privacied fence
'Here comes another truck. Oh my! How will they get up the hill? They should turn around,OH! What could they be thinking?....'
I saw a group of hillbilly children
dragging sleds around!?!?!?
1\4 of an inch of snow!
A economy car was stuck
on a 30° incline
for an hour and a half!!!!
Whaaa!?!?!?
It just ain't right
I don't mean hillbillies as an insult
I mean it as a matter of fact
Some of the most successful folk are hillfolk
Oh sure! It's probably enough for these kids
just to be out of school
When I was in SF I saw the children
carrying these 'kites' around
made from cereal boxes.
I thought: how precious and sad.
Today with the hillbilly children,
I felt that same emotion
Those kites weren't going anywhere
And neither were the sleds
A young girl, teenager, had a red camera
(probably just got it for Christmas).
She approaches this 'sledding event'
like a full page layout
in a major glossy publ.
Such innocence
make a person jealous
I was ashamed to even take
their picture
with my 50X Zoom
Cowered in the Man0r
like a shut-in
Flowing through Concretinistic Listen Stops
'It's handy to have a handb?'
It was have a little controop for my
if not officientificelly or at least
that way
in the hymns of Dxecutionary
to be paid moving on
Is no way to cutaway the King and I
Your British policy Egging had been a
very
Harry agreed upon measure.
A goodn't go see though more'n-a-drop
salt/hoot me
although...
you let me!
Sham for England. in this interfacid,
two modern/m hubbub sect,
SHAM!
Life.
SHAM!
Nothing on the cocktray,
If persort, an obstacle up in moved,
then!!!
SHAM!
To Msrs Billywoods & Rabboards;
Stated thusly, as it follows -
Laid. Don't sing sweat-bar
If this may...
If the lane also speaketh
each primary rate of highest
INTEREST
ing
ly - Caked.
The Mounter: high energy gravy
That it is justi-fined orally zorcoded
so the maximally decelerated speed
Southwide door lark at a little,
LARGER
than
it would have
SHAM!
The Best It Could Have Been (Goodbye to the Old Year)
The most special million years
all could have been most universal
of the world
and now out of nature
all come altered when
Another person repliances, becoming
criticized if gluing such graces
as live drop in; the jury startled
you and the surface
high energy gravy,
a little the scented out
by the terms out the latitude in-country
Bacon your eggs!
Where everything's bacon
A larger straineries come, possibly
As of a grand photory
tailed by a piece
of our Exhibitorium
of this only life chance
all could have been most universal
of the world
and now out of nature
all come altered when
Another person repliances, becoming
criticized if gluing such graces
as live drop in; the jury startled
you and the surface
high energy gravy,
a little the scented out
by the terms out the latitude in-country
Bacon your eggs!
Where everything's bacon
A larger straineries come, possibly
As of a grand photory
tailed by a piece
of our Exhibitorium
of this only life chance
Fireplace Text
a fire in the fireplace
is made, what light!
what heat dispensed
from this dancing, flickering flame
how fastly flees frigid chill
from stone facing bricks & mortar
constructed into a chimney
sweet the smell of wood
mixed on high in space
and spruce
the spice of cider
is made, what light!
what heat dispensed
from this dancing, flickering flame
how fastly flees frigid chill
from stone facing bricks & mortar
constructed into a chimney
sweet the smell of wood
mixed on high in space
and spruce
the spice of cider
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