intention

 

 

   If you've noticed, I write no

   vertical poetry. Nothing

   sectarian that tricks the

   tide, sedulous of moon

   and wear.

   You cant stand on your

   head and read it,

   cant stride like the

   leviathan hiding in a

   limbless tree or canvas

   the town for marks

   on the wood. I dont start

   poems like a tiger and

   end with the same tiger

   facing backwards.

 

   nope.

 

 

   When read they won't put

   on the headress of movement,

   no tiaras to phrase,

   my cadence off;

   won't fool you into thinking

   that I know Lilies personally

   or take ceremony from their

   patterns.

   My poems won't hold the cat

   down for you,

   sail on the lady ship,

   break beetles apart for stew,

   clear sawdust from the glass

   or smell  good when the scabs

   are removed.

 

 

 

   what I am guilty of is moving

   the scaffold;

   majuscile, imposter of

   a giants alphabet,

   and ranting in clean windows

   as axis

   with my makeshift memory.

   Then running home

   before the beagle arrives,

   with my pack of sugar-babies

   and my measured rank

   and with what little

   vermis I can spare,

   to write,( in my cold room),

   words of love.

 

 

                       hder

 

Reviews

[Frank]

Well now, i thought i could fix you by reading your poems and now i find you got it all worked out. we can't do it you say, too clever fer us.

Some times I imagine people I know on the internet come knocking on my door and I would make tea for them, and they would drink it with one tiny pinky sticking out.

But people are afraid of meeting up, they are scared, and they live this cyber world, I wrote a poem about it.

Why don't you buy a fire, and you throw the switch and it warms your fleece blanket that you put on.

Some people here live in fleece blankets, some put on electric blankets that use 10 watts per hour, runs for ten hours for one kilowatt that costs 14 pence, that's about 9 cents American. That will keep you warm for 1000 hours for $9. That would be for almost 6 weeks at 24 hours per day.

I do notice you mention the cold in Detroit several times in your work. I am dreading our gas bill, might be as high as $450 for the last quarter. we keep it at 72 degree in the lounge, and 65 in the hall, the other rooms have to fend for themselves, it works out.

[Emily B]

I got on a small soap box earlier today about the differences between poets and poem makers . . . so glad to find poets like you

[Emily B]

I really hope you have been published. If you haven't I might know of a place. Do you teach? Can I come and sit at your knee and learn to weave a piece of poetry almost as tall as this?

[ghost writer]

and thats how it should be..bravo (clapping)..poetry is art, art has no boundaries expect the imagination of the artist..I agree with all my heart!