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mouse in the housemouse eating popcorntrying to eat the white noodle on my finger until i figure out it is white paint (dim light)orange-red moth on black table.Shall we pick blue berries?cedar needles and mint leaves and teaberry needle and tan thread to bind it altogether on the island of the misfit toys and not grow up...."and may you stay forever young".
a nickel painted blue to a painter for her blues
mouse in the compost bucket feasting on muskmelon seeds and corn cobs...big ol tawny full moon looms over the trees...pineapple on the shelf.
cricket on the floor, fly on the arm, sunburn...cicada burrowing through the hot air...a brand-spanking-new coffee dispenser machine with a door that slides and revolves on its own and a light that comes on and shines down and it can tell when you've brought your own cup. It became annoyed when i pushed its door off track a bit, whirring and spinning as if to say, "No, you clod, this is how it goes..." The Coffee tastes the same and costs more--presumably for the lights and magic show... In other news , we found Love on the streets of Youngstown University...it was green, and plastic...
“Getting arrested is the most exciting thing of all,” she pronounces. They are funny-looking, funny bodies dressed in funny clothes: they are Writers
To cry at the drop of a hat a river of all the sad terrible beauty
He without eyebrows and a teeny teeny head a terrible sad beauty
We never saw the cracks in the floor
all
the
way
down
the
hallway
and they multiply the further one looksbetween numbers and elements and forcesall the way down
and there’s movement behind me 3 sparrows perched on the scaffolding peer in expectantly, and up, and fly up.
High up around the stone church are sparrows always sparrows around the high stone walls St Francis crawled out the window
Last night the hook on the rope swung in the storm winds, out and back toward the window, out and back, alive by an invisible hand high up that scaffold
Even she knows flat roofs leak.
She knows that flat roofs leak
She thinks she’s too dumb to see seven stars in the sky, with names she’s never heard
She mops your floor and carries your greasy napkins and banana peels to the dumpster in her hands.
They want to take away the days of her vacation
And she is angry.
Then she sighs walking to the door, “Maybe Someday...” as if it were a golden hall in heaven.
The aroma of alcohol pools and drifts…...her helpmate, her co-worker….drifts and pools
Night air is heavy and holds much sound; nothing between me and the night air and the night sounds: katydids, crickets, train whistles coming and going sometimes two at once
Delivering the money to pay out because it hurts someone, carrying the water over the wires, over the roads, over the postal river, paying out, playing out because it hurts
Stories of what it feels to die in the hot desert every cell cries and you fold your clothes
I am afraid the speaker is going to catch afireuntil I find a switch
Hearing Voices
Matamoras Banks
or here
I'm pretty sure I saw a kingbird in a tree hanging over the Connecticut River near Amherst. There was a young redtail hanging around complaining the whole time we were in Amherst. They had a family of skunks in the front yard which looked like it had been rototilled with their nightly visits; and we scared up a beaver in the pool behind the neighbor's house(this is right in town). I also found a homeless person's camp--nice & tidy--a few yards from the pond--unfortunately I scared the living daylights out of the person who I never saw but heard crashing thru the underbrush as I came thrashing in over the nieghbor's compost pile & thru some briars--(I was trying to find a way into the woods to botanize-)--poor person probably never expected someone to come in that way. Their tarp was smartly angled and securely lashed with a rainbow of cords, their plain square sleeping bag was spread neatly, their pack was secured & ready to go... It had been a very hot day....I felt bad at the fright I'd caused and wanted to call, It's okay, I don't care, I'm just hiking past...I won't reveal your secret home.....although it could have been anyone, Jack the Ripper-type or just a poor person..... I found swamp milkweed (see sketch)and a patch of blackberries that yielded about a half gallon of berries....I thought about that unseen person in the woods for days...
At the Oh So Organic campus where our friend teaches---they have this little pond that has whole battalions of all different kinds of dragonflies & damselflies--it was amazing--and lots of brilliant green frogs--he was trying to show us all these other bugs that bite--water scorpions & water boatmen & such. I got out the dragonfly guides--and wowsie!--they have the coolest names!