Here are some more of my untitled poems. Lord knows I need to post more, oh lordy, lordy praise be. Praise be, amen.
untitled 4001
a view of Christoph
Savage
at age 25:
cold as an icicle in May,
he says,
oh yes, I want something.
but perhaps
it is reason he wants.
some sublime
white stucco
crash,
the walls, oh yes,
perfect,
kiss me glamorous I don’t
need
a tiff.
untitled 3523
I saw the police chase a man
through a Parisian street
scene.
the colors green, oh his
eyes,
he had such mirth and handsomeness.
a rebel certainly,
or the violent
death
of his mother.
untitled 3581
dark mirrors,
dark meadows,
we are traveling down the last
road of a distant
highway
and then she sets free her
blue and gray
checkered shawl.
we watch it fly about
a mile,
into the desert,
and shoot into dust.
the car is not so desirable.
it grinds.
it chokes.
it sputters.
3 comments:
I love the photos you post along with your writings. They remind me of Jandek's LP covers.
I agree!
where is this house?
The picture of that house was taken on a road trip to Augusta, Georgia. It was on some road just outside of the downtown.
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