Tag: poetry
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Salmon’s Envy
I was talking to a salmon and thesalmon was talking back, he’s a friend of mine,about the value of oxygen andthe problem of gasping for breath once you’vestepped out of your element to walk inanother’s shoes . . . it occurs to me thata salmon speaking of sneakers is quiteabsurd, but there it is .…
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Between Saying and Doing
you once told me that we all want to bebeautiful. you told me it’s a naturalimpulse, biological, organic,written deeply in the genes, those micro-cosms whence we spring. you told me you werecertain that on deeper levels we allare equal and lovely and basicallygood; you told me evil was inventedby lazy old men as a way…
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how silly it all was
later that night, after that incidentwith the nudists and the police, I wasgetting closer to sober and you broughtover a bottle for us to share, though itwas only a pint, and you had been drunkhours before I started on the whiskey . . .we toasted the cops and nudists and madejokes about protests and how…
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From the Peak
snow falls on the mountainside among stonesancient as the earth, patient as stars, coldas the ice eating their skin inexorablyaway year after year into millennia.just as these mountains creep along their slowpath to oblivion by way of wind,water, and time. water falling from the sky,melting from sunlight on peaks high above. snow falls on the…
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Alzheimer’s
lost to himself he wanders . . . awayfrom himself trying to find what was lost,but having no memory of that, he searcheshigh and low with eyes blind to all meaningsave what’s seen in surfaces. there are timeshe picks up objects simply because someimpulse demands it, a moment passingand he stares in consternation at whathis…
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Antemeridian Monday
eyes too fatigued from letter and allergeneven to dream, bloodshot and weeping airwhere no tears will form for sloth and ailment,even the brain is hazed, dazed, sluggish toform, frame, interpret image . . . here the worldmelts away into pools of abstraction,not only meaning but the compulsiontoward meaning slips away, absents, escapes. here, in the…
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This, Too, Shall Pass
There!Did you notice?Did you hear it?The worldChangedin a heartbeat Sssshhhhlisten It did it againFocus:It happensAround usDespite usEvery heartbeatContinuously This worldIs not the sameAs when this poem began. dmpitchford
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PBJ
something wholesome and American Imiss about the old sack lunch days, up earlyto spread peanut butter on cheapass whitebread and slather on some Smuckers and tossin a vend-a-size bag of chips and anapple in a brown paper sack with myname scrawled on it in smelly black sharpie,toss in a li’l debbie snack and hoof iton…
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Cafe
a conversation you’ve wandered into;that’s what this is all about, he said. It’ssitting back in your booth in Ed Hopper’sdiner and listening in to the three orfour conversations around you and graftingthe disparate threads into a cogentconceit; there may not be a natural thingabout it, but, seriously, art andnature certainly have their separation.god loves diversity.…
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This Ain’t the Movies
he and nick and I were having whiskeysdown at an eastend dive last saturday nightwhen phil came in with a gun pointing itand actin all gansta on nick and himand jawin’ about his wife and pictureson the internet, and nick and him start(I was way back in my seat by then soas to leave a…
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