Indian girl smokes
1 or 3 Lucky Strikes
I lose count.
I’m just here to read
At the extreme
end of her back.
I enjoy reading.
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.
And I enjoy reading.
Jenifer has been a reader at our little poetry thing here in this town.
Cassandra dips into Brahmsian tunes
Focuses piano fingers
Grinds in hymns and lullabies
Ignites gas piloted furnaces
Kennels up the dogs
Loses sleep over money
Mops floors in memory of Helios
Questions foreign policy to Brahms
Resting her head upon my shoulder,
She sits naked on piano bench
Underscoring sections of her journal while
Venting frustrations, most notably: me.
“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.
Filed under Poetry, video
Now that the sky is above
Now that the sea is below
Now that faces both smile and frown
Now that angels dance on heads of pins
Now that devils sharpen pins
Now that dolphin noses balance colorfull balls
Now that the Eiffel tower leans just right
Now that thumbs are opposable
Now that dealers have cards to deal out
Now that bees have wings
Now that puzzles have pieces
Now that musicians have notes to play
Now that rain is not falling upward
Now that roots know to grow into the soil
Now that people find that falling in love is okay at times
Now that water can run downhill
Now that toes can wiggle
Now that canine bellies are scratched
Now that raisins come from grapes
Now that seasons follow one after another
my chores are finally done for now.
I’m going to bed.
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