Winter

Indian girl smokes

1 or 3 Lucky Strikes
I lose count.
It’s Winter

I’m just here to read
a tattoo
At the extreme
end of her back.

I enjoy reading.

Comanche women
are good to read.
Mine is a page turner.

In Winter, I like to curl up
with a good book.
Don’t ask me why.
It’s Winter.

And I enjoy reading.

I like Kate Hall

.

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Jenifer Long-Love Me Now and We’ll Think About It Later

Jenifer has been a reader at our little poetry thing here in this town.

[Accompaniment Brahms]

Cassandra dips into Brahmsian tunes

Focuses piano fingers

Grinds in hymns and lullabies
Homogenates them

Ignites gas piloted furnaces
Juggles cantaloupes

Kennels up the dogs
Loses sleep over money

Mops floors in memory of Helios
Questions foreign policy to Brahms

then

Resting her head upon my shoulder,
She sits naked on piano bench

Wrangles moderato
Underscoring sections of her journal while

Venting frustrations, most notably:  me.
she writes,
“Will this fool cease his obsession with Bach?”,

X-out his fixation over Joh-whatever Sabastian?
Yes or no?”  To her I am a, “Philistine Xenophobe”

The Zero hour is now.

So tonight I will be learning my Brahms.
.

Notes From October

Now That the Sky is Above

Now that the sky is above
And
Now that the sea is below
And
Now that faces both smile and frown
And
Now that angels dance on heads of pins
And
Now that devils sharpen pins
And
Now that dolphin noses balance colorfull balls
And
Now that the Eiffel tower leans just right
And
Now that thumbs are opposable
And
Now that dealers have cards to deal out
And
Now that bees have wings
And
Now that puzzles have pieces
And
Now that musicians have notes to play
And
Now that rain is not falling upward
And
Now that roots know to grow into the soil
And
Now that people find  that falling in love is okay at times
And
Now that water can run downhill
And
Now that toes can wiggle
And
Now that canine bellies are scratched
And
Now that raisins come from grapes
And
Now that seasons follow one after another

my chores are finally done for now.

I’m going to bed.

Jenifer Long: Stray Cat Baby

I Like Margaret Atwood

 

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