the trees are on fire
and yellow light's absconding
the red light's in charge...
Wednesday, 29 July 2015
Monday, 20 July 2015
DEAD FISH MOSAIC
Dead fish mosaic -
hundreds of them in a makeshift square,
and it's "seeing is believing".
Eyes look at you from strange angles -
strange rainbow eyes
and mouths agape.
Late for work, but I can't help it,
and I swear the eyes will be remembered -
saucer eyes that only dead fish know....
Saturday, 18 July 2015
MY IMPRESSIONIST FLOWERS
My impressionist flowers
take up the canvas,
but towards the edges
they are not like flowers at all.
I make them white streaks
with no cohesion,
and the stems
barely join at all.
My impressionist flowers
are large in number
and if you count them sleepy,
you will never count them all....
Friday, 17 July 2015
Wednesday, 15 July 2015
BUMPS IN THE SAND
I see bumps in the sand...
I wriggle my toes in ten of the bumps,
and feel them burn.
Turning over,
the sun scorches my back,
and I am sleepy.
"In a little while, Sally!
Give me some peace
on this sandy beach..."
But Sal insists,
and I must walk on lots of bumps
back to the hotel and salad lunch....
Tuesday, 14 July 2015
POT PLANTS ON WHITE TILES
Pot plants on white tiles
arranged in zigzags.
If I skimmed my eyes,
they made me dizzy.
In them, geraniums
from mom's shop,
and Daz arranged them
fancy-style.
I loved those little pots,
and in the morning,
when Daz had taken out the flowers,
the pots still made me stare....
Thursday, 9 July 2015
Wednesday, 8 July 2015
I'VE NEVER HAD A 4TH JULY
I've never had a 4th July;
never seen the flags with stars and stripes.
I sit in this boat by Bartholdi's monument...
The Statue of Liberty wants me to arrive.
I'll live in New York and eke existence
while waiting to climb up greasy pole.
Then will be a a June and then July,
thus one, two, three, a fourth.
On the 4th, I shall wave my flag to you,
and be on the highest skyscraper known to man.
I'll...
Tuesday, 7 July 2015
MOSAIC GIRL
A mosaic girl
coming down mosaic steps
to greet him,
and it wasn't them there glasses.
He took them off,
just in case it was,
but she was stunning,
surely?
A mosaic face
with a mosaic mouth
to ravish and to kiss
this Sunday morning.
...
HEAT
The sun full-blazing on the bristling shore.
People have started to go home.
A burning skin is not what they have come for.
Brief tanning only, in their needs.
Spoiling the day before it is half-done.
Motors are hot in the densely-filled car-park.
Black gulls are on them for a lark...
Kids are crying for their mothers now, indeed.
Go... before the fat car-park clerk*
Collects his too big, irritating...
ALL IS WELL
Cattle graze in yellow pasture
and the hills are awash with buzzing bees.
All is well in the land of heroes that come after...
All is well for me.
Fishes swim in clear-strung river,
and valleys are attuned to birds that sing.
All is well in the land of heroes that come after.
All is well for me. ...
Sunday, 5 July 2015
DO MELONS GROW IN JAVA?
Do melons grow in Java,
and do poems grow as well?
Do you see them line by line?
I must come to Java soon...
There we will eat melons
and you can read your poems.
You must read them to me,
line by wicked line.
Then we will go swimming
in your pool shaped like a melon.
You always were unpractical,
but I adore your long love lines....
TENEBRISTAS
The painting had darkness
in immensity - three-fourths.
There might have been bats,
but we could not see them.
We only saw the exit from the cave...
Here were jagged lines depicting rock,
and an emerald sea beyond....
Saturday, 4 July 2015
THE CLOUDS, LIKE DRAGONS
The clouds, like dragons,
were in front of the etched moon.
I adored that copper scene!
The black sea slithered
under my boat,
while I cast off all my fears....
Muffled Drums
Muffled drums were at the funeral,
and black horses stood still.
The watery sun
made brief appearance there
and was, just as quickly, gone.
The Queen
looked dignified,
in the way that rulers have...
Still we listened to the drums.
Still, we were inordinately sad....
Thursday, 2 July 2015
FORTUNE TREE
From a strong spout,
water falls into a trough.
People come to cool themselves
and dip clammy hands into the water.
I come to tell their fortune,
but people don't believe me.
I'm under what's called Fortune Tree.
The council erected it for me....
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