Poem #10-2012 The On Road*

My wife and I
had something miserably dead
coming before planning
perfect
naively intellectual letters
shrouded out of New York

The beautiful cafeteria
reminded me of leftover things
so I went flat
jumping to sex
sweat
curse
like a young Gene Autry
blonde ringlets
hanging like a serious
gloomy fluctuating crystallization



*This is a "cut-up poem" (a la William S. Burroughs) using words (in the order they appear) from the first four paragraphs of Jack Kerouac's On The Road.

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Poem #9-2012 Colored Things

Ribbons

Rainbows

Flags

Sunsets

Color is light –

made, lost, or moved

Black is coldest

Then red, orange, yellow-white, bluish-white

Yarn

Hair

Bowling balls

Flowers

Stripped to its essence,

color is perception

Wielded by the artist,

color is passion

Birthday candles

Backpacks

Construction paper

Socks

Taken for granted,

color retreats

Seen through bias,

color condemns

Songbirds

Sunday comics

Traffic lights

Crayons

If music is what feelings sound like, then

color is what music looks like

Don’t just see the colors –

Hear them

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