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Doggerel #

Wishing to write of
the mouse I was forced to
evict due to taste,
short space and good
hygiene
I found myself dreaming
that dear dead dog Lily
had peed on my pillow
my shoes
and spare bed quilt

I dreamed of a restaurant
set deep in a mall space
and seeing Jane Pauley
walk by on the sidewalk

Es-chewing on reductionism

It is tempting to feel comfortable with the possibility of understanding the true causes of things. Consider the lattisimus dorsi.

First Night

The year
the century
the millennium
turned on a pivot
for me
not on calender time
but upon the first meeting of
a small group
of women
travelers.

Friday

lazy late
October rays
graze the grass
in golden teeth
in jaged shadow
deep greens
final
low hooray
commences
still
tree tops
silver
bark
and branch
shiver
in their cool, wet nights
warm in day
and darkened patches
now light fading
now light slicing
halving
reeling
setting
painting
glowing
fading
dying
aching
where then?

Gather me

Fundamentally
mammalian

(our true family values)

we evolved
with the
evolution of
relationships among us

nurture
is in our code

social awareness
concern
action

in our code

Some may wish us
to become
more
reptilian
only
individual
on our own
each for
only
self

willing to eat
each other's
young

But
touch me

I do not cool
when sun is down

Jump Rope

(to the rhythm of
"3,6,9 the goose drank wine")

Fall of Saigon
thirty years on
choppers kickin' dust in another red dawn
the lines broke
the donkey got choked
an' no one went to heaven in a swift swift boat
jump rope
jump rope

Nam, Nam Postcard Man
sends me a message when ever he can
red, black and blue in a shaky hand
in the gingerbread jungle still fightin' the man
jump rope
jump rope

m' boots

mmm m'boots

thick felt liner
rubber lower sole plate
leather upper fur tops

mmm m'boots

mobile pedal shelters
warming toe ten gallon
personal foot paths

mmm m'boots

made for winter walkin'
that's what I'm talkin' 'bout
global warming
gonna miss 'em

mmm m'boots

2/7/04

Monotype Lesson # 1

We close our eyes
to see

First,
a womb-like cavern

Then
the spark of life
in the distance

with our measured breath

exhale,
we cast for light

inhale,
we reel in inspiration

thus casting and reeling
we re-dance the days
of Gloucestermen
before us

later
she stands
like the Man at the Wheel
rolling the pressing bed
to and fro

Humble advice offered on the marketing of concern

I've decided
global warming
sounds too much like
a party you could give
to a new world
in the neighborhood

and climate change
too optimistic
to alarm

for change is inevitable
is it not?
and so very often good

instead let's call it...

Hell on Earth,

All 10 Plagues at Once,

The End of Us and Ours,

something with some teeth
and hair on it

for otherwise
the channels change
but the
program stays the same

Ode to the Summer Houses of Maine

The fog in the couches
the white slurry salt cellar

sticky sand carpets
and cold clammy bedsheets

lured by black mold spores
to live
in the wetness

by proffering
coastline
they've caught us
and tamed us

we build them
near endless
new surface
to cover

we feed them our
crumbles and
towels and
mattresses

We are the
mold slaves
the dumb mildew
servants

we scrub when we get there
but why, is the question

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