Archive for October, 2012

Sunday, October 21st, 2012

 

Oh sea! Your incessant song is, or would be if you were in earshot, the only sound tolerable to me these days, for you know everything about how my heart beats whenever I consider the future. But hush! I think I  sense a ship. Is it coming a-looking for me?

Saturday, October 20th, 2012

 

Ever since the Ancient Mariner shot the albatross

I’ve been sad, but only on days with either an M

or an A in them. There do not seem to have been many

happy dAys since 1798.

Friday, October 19th, 2012

 

Open your hands. Of all the things morning

brings a new day is the most welcome.

Thursday, October 18th, 2012

 

It may be true that evening brings with it

a dimming of the light and the onset of weary limbs,

but the thought of more sustained loss devastates,

don’t it just?

Wednesday, October 17th, 2012

 

It may be true that a soup of donkey skin

makes a good medicine to invigorate the blood when

the blood is need of reinvigoration, but the thought

of drinking any part of a donkey appalls me.

Tuesday, October 16th, 2012

 

And how often does the perfume of a cloud recall childhood, that distant time when you were almost innocent?

Monday, October 15th, 2012

 

It’s terrific to be imaginative, and be the proud owner of a brand new bicycle. It’s colour is the colour of army uniforms and if you can’t see me that’s why, I am concealed and delighted.

Sunday, October 14th, 2012

 

PLANNED POEMS #3

AN ALBATROSS IS PERCHED ON MY SHOULDER

Saturday, October 13th, 2012

 

I stroke my own hair,

and open all the windows at night

for the dark airs to enter if they have the mind

and can seek out my wanting.

Friday, October 12th, 2012

 

I knows some truths, like the bicycle is superior to the horse, for so it said in Bicycle News, and but though I do love the horses they are not viable now given the motor traffic and absence of stabling. Homelessness is a curse of course, as is lovelessness, and  punctuation; is the very devil,