Stick Poet will likely be silent the rest of today, tomorrow and Sunday as I am off to a writing workshop in Iowa. I suppose there is an outside chance I may do an audible post from my cell phone, but otherwise I don't anticipate having PC access to post. Nor likely the time.
With this, I'll close withsome words about words by David Lehman:
"Words can have no single fixed meaning. Like wayward electrons, they
can spin away from their initial orbit and enter a wider magnetic field. No one
owns them or has a proprietary right to dictate how they will be used."
With this, I'll close withsome words about words by David Lehman:
"Words can have no single fixed meaning. Like wayward electrons, they
can spin away from their initial orbit and enter a wider magnetic field. No one
owns them or has a proprietary right to dictate how they will be used."
Everyone have a great weekend!
1 comment:
To Missouri from New York.
Sorry about the stolen election.
Smolt Sun - freezerburned afterthought
drawn every monday
redrawn on sat
hands convert to text air touches the nerve
your momma was a wrecking ball
your dad never heard
a bag of sundevils mock me now
last night it was the noon
harnessing hardened focal point from past and future thing
like nonexistant diamond on some unknowns hand
am i week like this are you strong?
have you freaked like this or am i wrong
i thought you understood me when i said i was lost again
promotion agents called but i let it ring again
easily understanding maroon
dropped into conceptions frawn
looped into forever on t.t. bakers lawn
crater lakes run revealed silverfish stuck to shore
like a city at 4 pm on friday with all the exits blocked
/////// bus bound to Portland we crashed doing 75
shoulders busted glass in faces drunk coach is to blame///////
banked up to diceased domes of lava thought extinct
balance not new but bright green and primal
finding in mining a place to load
four pounds of dust scratches blank
odd caverns unfold around hunter again
waves and clydes trace out
if he was alive it would show
driftwood left black underneath for want of circulation
carried with or attracted to
demi-invisible swarm of fleas stir the thought to kick
kicking dead wood on a dead beach with dead things from a dead sea
civilization completes itself in thunder
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