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Sunday, April 6, 2014

three poems

from this winter some time:

sometimes i think too straight
get stuck on count to eight
or sink on syncopate
half dead an hour late
time travel crossed wire
a tiny green fire
child shaman for hire
the time is looking dire
for those who have no king
for those who wear the ring
doorbell says ding-a-ling
dog collar ting-a-ling
gut bugs mumble rumble
whole thing might fumble tumble
spark the cocktails
burn the brass rails
dontcha know?
time to go!
quiet
riot
never
the
same




a little later in the winter, waiting for my social worker who it turns out was about to tell me my commitment was done early due to a clerical error:


frozen fingers flick tobacco ash
trees leave leaves in autumn compassion
electric motor blowers violent infraction
ante raise bluff fold haul in quarters

foul importers markup middlemen
legalize legitimize free the little guys
spit the ethic sympathetic spin the record
ring the bell time will tell truth in swell

meek on earth snow white birth
bison elf howling wolf hungry loon
burning sun soothing moon cuckoo goon
clown charlatan harlequin up from the bottom



just now today from HCMC impatient [sic] psych:

waiting wondering wandering mind
labeled locked up left behind
corner catbird watch the scene
wait for red light flip to green
blaring tv dominates
holy sabbath desecrates
psycho sunday cuckoo cage
count up blessings let go rage
old friends new friends sometimes staff
blather ramble earn a laugh
oromo somali punk rock kid
hide from push away never did
fresh air outing lonely dogs
spaced out visits where's the frogs
bad boy scapegoat take the heat
messed up ugly stinky feet
mostly mindful blissful bird
sometimes songful written word
spit out truth they'll never read
unheard voice i'd rather bleed
lonely tears unseen undried
buckle up enjoy the ride