Friday, November 30, 2012

final Weeks In Winter Semester

college students,
busy with homework, research papers,
Two more weeks to go.
whitewashed walls,
four stories of books,
library science rocks..
red shirt, black hair,
long Jeans, running shoes, young adults,
dress as a cowboy.
Thoughts, words, calls, and works,
each person has a role to play,
fulfill each day, pray!

Sunday, November 25, 2012

Soft By Kay Ryan

In harmony with the rule of irony-
which requires that we harbor the enemy
on this side of the barricade-the shell
of the unborn eagle or pelican, which is made
to give protection till the great beaks can harden,
is the first thing to take up poison.
The mineral case is soft and gibbous
as the moon in a lake-an elastic
rubbery, nightmare water that won't break.
Elsewhere, also I see the mockeries of struggle,
a softness over people.

The Novelty Shop By Duane Niatum

More grotesque than a row of laundromats,
A haze of pawn shops,
Novel shopkeepers pun Seattle
like skid row. Outside the entrance
A cigar-store Indian, with the entombed
stare of a museum sculpture,
Draws the tourists from the East
Into the damp shop of seashore ornaments
For manufactured bores. With the forests
Serenity of a shaman, the black eyes
of a shaker, Eagle Runner
Abandons the city of red rain, and dives
Into the sea at the end of the pier.

Saturday, November 17, 2012

Daughter, Daughter By Alberta Turner

When you peel an egg, leave the skin.
If you jump rope, drop the loop.
A pound of feathers equals a pound
of axes.
Blackbirds don't make good pies,
Fill a fruit pie twice as full.
Tin coughs, glass gargles, sand swallows.
Steal only what you can wear.
Two nickles don't ring like a dime.
Saints come in pints, quarts, gallons.
Step on a crack, break your mother's back;
Skip one, break your own.
Seeds are round,
Shells listen.

Saturday, November 10, 2012

To Montezuma

I weave the time,
I go through the weft
among stars,
I walk across the dark
tunnel of your spines,
I plaint the love
you've shown
into my hair...