speculations (on the first dog)

Cleaning up odd poems written in the month of September. the first dog to reach the moon ran around on the floor between the bright light and the dark the earth and the night the first dog to reach the moon failed to notice any stars but wondered if the time was yet to receive …

the poem of the tailor

Cleaning up odd poems at the end of September. these are my ideas dressed in Sunday clothes try them perhaps wear them ~

inside/out

he was locked in to be kept out each day he walks the boundary line of his exclusion and the guns the guards the wires strung keep him where he is where he was keep him out his dream daily now is remade ragged ragged thing of shreds against a fence he dare not approach …

Voices #69: sit down

well no need to stand on ceremony here pull down a chair take a load off ~ Poem #69 from a series of poems heard while on a visit to a second hand goods market and gathered together as: Voices in the Trash (and the Treasure). Back to Voices in the Trash (and the Treas

feathers

it's only feathers I still can fly feathers of mine across the sky ~

white light

as the sun rose I grew lighter with the first warm rays I lifted into the air the higher I was the lighter I seemed until I feather aloft I was bathed in the radiance that was all white ~ Poem #390 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard …

Voices #68: Scarlett hair

ha ha ha come and run with me ha ha ha Atlanta is burning but I don’t care I don’t care if all of Georgia is on fire run with me Rhett ~ Poem #68 from a series of poems heard while on a visit to a second hand goods market and gathered together as: …

the third lifetime

he has spent a lifetime learning knowing another lifetime forgetting everything the third was time spent thinking doing and in the end he died awake aware ~ Poem #389 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie. Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction

Voices #67: with audio

you may be particularly interested in our … more … remote operators … hmmm … perhaps for sli- ding? maybe folding? no? lift up then? no? what about … cameras … with audio? ~ Poem #67 from a series of poems heard while on a visit to a second hand goods market and gathered together …

neck the night

I could drink this night from dusk to dawning red so black that the moon won’t show I will drink this night neck the bottle tomorrow there’ll be only grey to know ~