I stare at the tangible presence
evoking forwarded messages
a taste of lemonade from 1978
an avatar made with a flip-phone
and connected with an inadvertent
Google+ account.
only pixels arranged in a certain way.
There You Have It
If they’re tolling a church bell
You figure all is well
In your little farming town
Where you have it there you have it there you have it
But if a storm should come one day
And wipe the steeple all away
You wouldn’t have it wouldn’t have it wouldn’t have it
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I Can’t Get (Re)Started
After sickness and a snowstorm
(no really, even here)
I can’t seem to recreate
the conditions under which
I create.
Behind the Count
I planned to do 365 posts this year. Behind at least 2 as of now. Exhausting weekend, sleepless night, an old cat that had to be put down, and a winter storm. There’s got to be a poem in there somewhere.
Unsuspecting
Leave it unlocked on the sidewalk by the side
of a road of unsuspecting people: No one will steal it
unless they see it for what it is, and then no lock
will be proof against it.
James Bond
keeps aging in staccato bursts
as we work through a Blu-Ray set
a certain set of his jaw
a burst of gunfire.
Now a fork in the pleasant desert road
causes me to wonder what
causes him what joy in the evening
A chilled salad fork and revenge.
We Reduced our Mascot to Nothing
and studies proved he was still recognizable.
Parallelograms of any shape or color
provoked recognition of our brand.
We found out later it was caused by smell.
The aroma of our particular plastics plant
fastened as it was to every cup or wrapper,
every test print we produced.
But at the time we posited
that it was the parallel lines,
the suggestion of railroad tracks
stretching to sex or infinity
to what we used to call god.
Inspiration – Small Type Tumblr
I was watching TV at the gym today when I thought there might be some poetic hay to be made over the disclaimers in TV commercials. But how to get those disclaimers in a form you can read? Wonder no more…
Out
One of three or four
or five or six or seven
times I don’t know why.
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