"an antique of extinct canvas and bandied wooden legs"
231. December 21, 2010 (tues. solstice)
Heathens greetings! We stopped in a fir-cloaked
Flat of ancestral bookshelves, bones
The King's taster for all food hazel
Burn this brown image of us i've impressed
Upon the page the tree bows back, toast
To our colourful curtseys as we earn our keep
In moon-true roast, mash, salad-- hanging
Impaled ponies, jazzy Santas, perfect glowing orbs
Instead of the ragged barks of the baby
Cerberus inside, growling at the Big Dipper
Half-full, dog-eared feeling
Surely can't last long when the tree extends its fingers
Like a content and perfumed pageant girl
Pasting herself pretty to the sound of news
Clippings, a dvd fire settling down, a zippo clicking
i'm catching up by writing poems that converse with the sentence-structure in my 900 page vintage New Yorker Book of Poems (i keep sharing bits from on mlle.tumblr) subjectitle is from Grover Amen's (great name!) "The Cot." holiday surreality recappin bombardment has begun(s).
week34: 1
http://locksmithy.livejournal.com/tag/poem-a-day
http://poetesss.tumblr.com/PAD (a mo. !!! behind on archives, 'pologies poetesss.tumblr readers)
Heathens greetings! We stopped in a fir-cloaked
Flat of ancestral bookshelves, bones
The King's taster for all food hazel
Burn this brown image of us i've impressed
Upon the page the tree bows back, toast
To our colourful curtseys as we earn our keep
In moon-true roast, mash, salad-- hanging
Impaled ponies, jazzy Santas, perfect glowing orbs
Instead of the ragged barks of the baby
Cerberus inside, growling at the Big Dipper
Half-full, dog-eared feeling
Surely can't last long when the tree extends its fingers
Like a content and perfumed pageant girl
Pasting herself pretty to the sound of news
Clippings, a dvd fire settling down, a zippo clicking
i'm catching up by writing poems that converse with the sentence-structure in my 900 page vintage New Yorker Book of Poems (i keep sharing bits from on mlle.tumblr) subjectitle is from Grover Amen's (great name!) "The Cot." holiday surreality recappin bombardment has begun(s).
week34: 1
http://locksmithy.livejournal.com/tag/poem-a-day
http://poetesss.tumblr.com/PAD (a mo. !!! behind on archives, 'pologies poetesss.tumblr readers)