December 2011
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Too Sweet
I have been going to the track for so long that all the employees know me, and now with winter here it’s dark before the last race. as I walk to the parking lot the valet recognizes my slouching gait and before I reach him my car is waiting for me, lights on, engine warm. the other patrons (still waiting) ask, “who the hell is that guy?”
I slip the valet a tip,...
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John Ruskin Considers the Nature of Water, Circa...
A found poem from Ruskin’s Modern Painters
Now the fact is that there is hardly a roadside pond or pool which has not as much landscape in it as above it. It is not the dull, muddy, brown thing we suppose it to be; it has a heart like ourselves, and in the bottom of that there are the boughs of the tall trees, and the blades of the shaking grass, and all manner of hues, of...
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Terms of Endearment
Sweet biscuit of my life, I’ve been thinking of your smile and how I’d steal a little bite of it if you were here; of the delights I’ve known in the alleyway between the whitewashed storefronts of your teeth; of how I’ve pressed one smithereen after another of mille-feuille, mousseline of late-night conversation upon your lips, forever poised at the brink of...
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Prince - Little Red Corvette
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Holy Ghost
The congregation sang off key. The priest was rambling. The paint was peeling in the Sacristy. A wayward pigeon, trapped in the church, flew wildly around for a while and then flew toward a stained glass window, but it didn’t look like reality. The ushers yawned, the dollar bills drifted lazily out of the collection baskets and a child in the front row began to cry. Suddenly, the...
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World, I am your slow guest.