Category Archives: poem

Wood

To make his customary peace the carpenter turned his highway away from the raging Morse code held the wheel of his hammering and sawing mind to the task hands in song hovering above the workbench feeling and finding just the … Continue reading

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Seasonless Assumptions

  So purple and rusty red the crocus stands like the squirrel out of its element and season like a voter in November with a blank ballot to fill in and nobody to nominate. The tip of the tongue a … Continue reading

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Xmas Lunch at the Trumps

  The man at the head of the table spits a pitcher tips over spilling what seems to be cold oily water onto the laps of half the guests everyone wants to leave but laughs. The hemispheres grit their teeth … Continue reading

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God’s Dice Lie Still

[refrain] God’s dice lie still extremely oddly. [melody 1] No history can catch fish but the few telling you what’s true about you. No scientist tries to give to his eyes anything like weight over fate. [melody 2] Unsavory and … Continue reading

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Leaving Riddles

  Wind around corners ache in the elbows on this day the laborer prepares to leave a stark monument to effort gone after tomorrow fabric stretched padded as needed retired but the upholsterer still puts hands all over the materials … Continue reading

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Becoming

After we have so often joined and been joined over the years and over the bridge and under it we become composed dated and decorated by shapes and details from folding and fitting from gasping and laxing and the language … Continue reading

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Take My Pulse

  Take a look at my national principle wherever one man one woman lie in the blessed bosom of Django on the pillow of harmony humbling the single note the single wayfarer on the way down the river or the … Continue reading

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