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Poetry Friday

TO . . .

You have been my love for so many years, It makes me dizzy to think of so much hope, And my dizziness won’t be aged, or cooled; Even by what waited for our death, Or slowly learned how to fight us, Even by what is foreign to us, Or by [...]

Poetry Friday

IF A WILDERNESS

Then spring came:                     branches-in-a-wind. . .

I bought a harness, I bought a bridle. I wagered on God in a kind stranger— kind at first; strange, then less so— and I was right.                The difference between God and luck is that luck, when it [...]

Video Poetry (Dusty Edition)

Every once in awhile, you just feel like telling people to … thankfully, I haven’t had one of THOSE days in a while, but I’m still diggin’ the song, what … 15 years later?

CATHERINE WHEEL – EAT MY DUST (YOU INSENSITIVE FUCK)

I think I have the best of me Inside my head [...]

Poetry Friday

DRAWING FROM LIFE

Look: I am building absence out of this room’s air, I’m reading suppositions into summer’s script snarled on a varnished floor. It looks like a man. That knot’s his hand waving good-bye, that stippled stripe of grain’s the stacked-up vertebrae of his turned back. Small birds (sparrows or finches, or perhaps) are [...]

Poetry Friday

JOEY AWAKE NOW

Some poems, right some poems.

I’m a lover of poems. And yes, we lovers of poems

must stick together. Don’t mind me. Pardon? Glenn? Glenn? Glenn. It is nice to meet you, Glenn.

You are thinking you are in luck. Because look,

a strange old man has joined you at the bar. [...]

Poetry Friday (and it’s a doozy)

HEY ALLEN GINSBERG WHERE HAVE YOU GONE AND WHAT WOULD YOU THINK OF MY DRUGS?

A mouse went to see his mother. When his car broke down he bought a bike. When the bike wore out he bought skates. When the skates wore down he ran. He ran until his sneakers wore through. Then he [...]

Me

Days of Me  

When people say they miss me, I think how much I miss me too, Me, the old me, the great me, Lover of three women in one day, Modest me, the best me, friend To waiters and bartenders, hearty Laugher and name rememberer, Proud me, handsome and hirsute In soccer shoes [...]

Video Poetry (part deux)

ALKALINE TRIO – WE’VE HAD ENOUGH

In the shadows where the heads hang low You hear voices as the wind blows, asking “can’t you see?” Reminding you to breathe It’s only time before it catches up to you and all your broken luck I found a better way to get even with my memory

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