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neckpoemblog undersnow californian littersblog kcpoemblog The moon went to a Moon-gazing party. All she had to do Was glide & preen Like a mirror; Then chill still as fish-egg. In the cocoon-skin house Tea was served, And sliced persimmon Thin as glass. Then people slippered out The paper door To stand in the glistening waterfall Of our desert moon. People […] The moon is shy but bold, The moon’s made of ground goblins, The moon is a mirror. The moon doesn’t belong to me, The moon is a Frisbee, Is a scoop of lily ice cream. The moon cried louder than cats do, I heard it and came running, But then I could not look. I […] A Summer Day in Northern California, 1919 Two-year-old Virginia is missing Her parents look throughout the tidy Wooden house Where yellow curtains glow They go outside and peer In the shady woods Where a brook chuckles a sudden secret And small shy forest mammals Are gone to earth Among the violets like watching […] In a Purple Greeting Card for Nisarg Which has on it a painting of a full moon blobbily luminous behind the branches of the huge tree which borders the courtyard of the pyramids in the commune in Poona (What is life but a pyramid Near which is a plaza Where one […] Mom (age 91) recited this while we sat in the HomeTown Buffet in Eugene, Oregon with our piled plates in front of us: Little Miss Muffet Went to HomeTown Buffet And was eating her dinner one day Along came a spider And sat down beside her But Miss Muffet’s size And her piggy little eyes […] I kneel behind him Pick up my hair, half per hand And wrap it around His worked-out, pork-fed middle And there’s hair left over still to bend We pull the light in from the music Even in Kansas I wander with my wrinkled-fairy body Up and down his muted tones of muscle Even […] It’s good for things to lie down Under snow Under snow We too will have to be Tucked under Black-armed under Into the gap, and gap Again A man old enough for wisdom Though few do know Breathes through tooth-holes Laughing at his losses (Though, unlike this Earth – Does he […] I was boy crazy for forty years All I wanted was the flayed whale Its huge red flesh And the senseless drumbeat Which would beget no kid. Then one morning I woke up And both the thorn and the rose Had lost meaning. One morning I woke up To find I’d been stitched […] They’re paired up Coupled up All over the land Man slid in woman Woman in man Mostly they’re chunky Heavy with fat But the flesh it is humming Murmurous in that Lying down gently All over the land Man lies in woman Woman in man In shifting sheets sighing […] |