May 2010
5 posts
Back in the USA
Crazy trip. I apologize for missing two Poetry Fridays, but if I wasn’t drinking, I was sleeping and if I wasn’t sleeping, I was severely needing to sleep. Long story short, I have a lot of material to work with, but I was in no state of mind to sculpt it. I’ll work on catching up (OMFG! Poetry Tuesday?) and will hit you with a recap of the trip when I wake up.
Peace/Love
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Poetry Friday
Growing Together
Awake amidst solid night,
I imagine the first time I opened
my eyes to see the flower I’d known
by its roots
since our planting. Placed
at opposite ends of the flowerbed
we grew together
until picked
for separate sweethearts, shriveling
into dust the wind returned to the same soil.
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Poetry Friday
An Act of God at the Bellagio, 1999
Dice rolled like thoroughbreds
bounding out the starting gun
landing on soft green, the indoor practice
area for golfers and hacks alike.
Mike pushed open the restroom door
drying his hands with denim thighs.
The sun had clocked in two hours ago,
but Mike saw no harm in a cocktail,
awake since before yesterday’s sun
had spelled the...
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European Takeover
I just got word from my buddy, Seth, that he needs a wingman in Europe. I’m clearly the man for the job. Seth, you did the right thing. Not only do I speak 1.25 languages, but I have a working relationship with techno music and I’m a whiz at self-guided tours. I’ll be departing almost immediately after exams (May 17 or 18) to meet Seth on foreign soil. The tentative schedule...
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