Monday, October 29, 2001
Where’s Your Jericho Now?
~
Some-
Day,
(To my surprise)
The walls
Might
Fall;
And
Some-
Night,
(Without notice)
The curtains
May
Drop.
And while last breaths
Are
He-si-ta-ting-ly
Drawn
Like
Horizons
Along the
White
Stark
Pages
Of a child’s
Sketch book,
I will be going
Going,
Gone:
Empty,
As the centre
Of an aging,
Rippling,
Waterdrop.
Until then
Let’s
Share words,
And
Share glances,
And
Feel the warmth
Of the
World
‘Neath our fingers’
Tips
While
Truths lay
He-si-ta-ting-ly
On the tips
Of our tongues
Like raindrops perched on our brow, in the most passionate of storms.
S*
2001.10.29
Some-
Day,
(To my surprise)
The walls
Might
Fall;
And
Some-
Night,
(Without notice)
The curtains
May
Drop.
And while last breaths
Are
He-si-ta-ting-ly
Drawn
Like
Horizons
Along the
White
Stark
Pages
Of a child’s
Sketch book,
I will be going
Going,
Gone:
Empty,
As the centre
Of an aging,
Rippling,
Waterdrop.
Until then
Let’s
Share words,
And
Share glances,
And
Feel the warmth
Of the
World
‘Neath our fingers’
Tips
While
Truths lay
He-si-ta-ting-ly
On the tips
Of our tongues
Like raindrops perched on our brow, in the most passionate of storms.
S*
2001.10.29
Fines Herbes
~
Muzzle-licks,
Muzlicks,
Muslix.
Of such
Tenacious syllables
That
Dewuzzleme,
Refuzzleme,
Bepuzzleme.
Muslix is a great one:
It
Grumbles and
Tumbles and
Fumbles,
Somewhere,
Between the gums
And the tongue,
Occasionally
Staying
Long enough
To
Get
Between
Your
Teeth.
Tenacious indeed.
S*
2001.10.30
Muzzle-licks,
Muzlicks,
Muslix.
Of such
Tenacious syllables
That
Dewuzzleme,
Refuzzleme,
Bepuzzleme.
Muslix is a great one:
It
Grumbles and
Tumbles and
Fumbles,
Somewhere,
Between the gums
And the tongue,
Occasionally
Staying
Long enough
To
Get
Between
Your
Teeth.
Tenacious indeed.
S*
2001.10.30
Thursday, October 25, 2001
The Current Year Will Bring You Much Happiness
~
I ran into a girl
Swedish, I think
Who
Offered me
A
Fortune.
Unlucky for me was the
Crisp.s.lick envelope.
After she left, I
Rolled around,
In bed,
Tickled,
Only
By the crumbs
Of her gift.
S*
2001.10.25
I ran into a girl
Swedish, I think
Who
Offered me
A
Fortune.
Unlucky for me was the
Crisp.s.lick envelope.
After she left, I
Rolled around,
In bed,
Tickled,
Only
By the crumbs
Of her gift.
S*
2001.10.25
Eastern Standard Time
~
Out my windows are hills
Far
Across,
Under
Bushy clouds
And dismal skies.
Although I am here,
With you:
Leaves
Underfeet,
Mud
Undershoes,
Earth
Underus,
Watching,
Panting,
Waiting,
Peering
Off into a great, wide distance
As our breath
Spills out
Before us.
S*
2001.10.26
Out my windows are hills
Far
Across,
Under
Bushy clouds
And dismal skies.
Although I am here,
With you:
Leaves
Underfeet,
Mud
Undershoes,
Earth
Underus,
Watching,
Panting,
Waiting,
Peering
Off into a great, wide distance
As our breath
Spills out
Before us.
S*
2001.10.26
Following Trails
~
He asked
Where I was from?
I said
Right here, but
I was alone.
“You seem to
Fit in quite
Well.”
“Thanks,” I replied,
Highlighting that
“Malleability was a
Dominant
Characteristic of the
Piscean.”
He smiled, said
“You’re funny,”
Shook my hand and
Bid me farewell.
Casey.
South Cali.
Typesetting
His Canadian, French
Canadian
Women.
“You know”
They can dance.
“You know”
They can love.
I play jazz.
“I am the last of my breed.”
“They’ve automated me.”
But
I am happy
With my Pennsylvanian drum.
“Come visit,”
He offered,
It’ll be nice to
Know someone in
The neighborhood:
“You’re always well,
Come.”
S*
2001.10.26
He asked
Where I was from?
I said
Right here, but
I was alone.
“You seem to
Fit in quite
Well.”
“Thanks,” I replied,
Highlighting that
“Malleability was a
Dominant
Characteristic of the
Piscean.”
He smiled, said
“You’re funny,”
Shook my hand and
Bid me farewell.
Casey.
South Cali.
Typesetting
His Canadian, French
Canadian
Women.
“You know”
They can dance.
“You know”
They can love.
I play jazz.
“I am the last of my breed.”
“They’ve automated me.”
But
I am happy
With my Pennsylvanian drum.
“Come visit,”
He offered,
It’ll be nice to
Know someone in
The neighborhood:
“You’re always well,
Come.”
S*
2001.10.26
Saturday, October 20, 2001
1:18
~
The hours
Are never long or late enough
To spend the time
Typing away, hitting these keys
Sipping this wine
Listening to the new
Music.
The solace of shut
Eyelids soothes, comforts,
Takes me away.
To the places I love
I dream of
I want to go
And the faces I
Long
To see
S*
2001.10.21
The hours
Are never long or late enough
To spend the time
Typing away, hitting these keys
Sipping this wine
Listening to the new
Music.
The solace of shut
Eyelids soothes, comforts,
Takes me away.
To the places I love
I dream of
I want to go
And the faces I
Long
To see
S*
2001.10.21
