Posted on 11/24/2003 9:52:48 AM PST by January24th
monuments are
startled only
by cataclysms
that topple
their stone assurance
but the sun casts
its glance regardless
of the obelisk
that we worship with
dumb obdience.
sleep
is the final
committment
to tomorrow
dawn will break
whether we sleep
or not, but good night
anyway.
wavering
the reluctant dawn
thought
to touch
a tan
sandy beach
disconcerted
by the absence
of silicon
looking seaward
dawn defined
the horizons
reclaimed in
its exuberant
stitchery that
joined
sky and sea,
annointing
the dark line
of land that
lamented its destiny
written in the night
and sand.
To every thing, turn….
Its 90 degrees, 90 humidity
Pollution red level alert,
DON’T GO OUTSIDE
But its time to run and
That’s just one more round
set of things to trip over
like magnolia pods, acorns
live and red
sweet gums, cypress
for my ankles that have
been rolled more times
than a drunk in the quarter.
nerve damage is your friend
because loss of sensation means
no pain, and that’s not bad
semiotically anyway, because
it means you don’t have to listen
to anything even your own brokenness.
and the sprinklers automatically
distribute the daily ration of cool
that I might feel if I weren’t annoyed
at the distraction of the notion
recycle, as if we have much say over
the redistribution of relief
it will get where it needs to go
and be discharged according
to the automatic instructions
that just continue the cycle
because they are told to, but no
body needs to run in this heat.
I get a glass of water, left full of ice
now comfortably tepid
and rinse and swish
and spit hard not swallowing
cause its only my mouth that needs it
and I’m breathing too hard to drink
later, I can actually re-hydrate
when I don’t have to gasp
in the air, that is too full of water
or replaced with the strange molecule
doubled of the most corrosive element
round, its symbol, oh. Twice for surprise
That I can still get around
here
buildings
fell
and here
a nation
rose
George W. Bush
September 2, 2004
i viewed
an unseemly
tide
thinking
to divide
a planet
safe
for storm petrels
but off limit
for footprints
and hints
of habitation
Tides
and do you
nowadays whisper
to the winds that
call your name
about the secret
joys we shared
before the sorrows
came
and stole
from us
each other
I do
i watch
in silence
the violence
of a water vapor
view
eradicating
the eastern
shoreline
and just
wait
waiting is
the space
between
shared
lives
PLANES
swirling fates
like facets
of the
dawn
Prisms
we catch much
and loft but little,
who wouldn't want to
stick it to the sky
for daring to shoulder
a rainbow
after the storm.
Airborne
No lift
without drag,
no dancing kites aloft
without tethers below...
What marvelous Mind
conjured such a world
that yearns to fly
but must embrace constraints?
soaring
grasping
vines
drenched
in the
dew
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