Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Gogyohka 11.24.09

A gaggle
of teenagers
tromping up Spring Street
"You drive a Prius
You're not Jesus Christ!"

My past hangs
a chandelier
above my head
Want to shake it
and watch the dust glitter

Wisdom of a Mad Old Man

What of it?
Most just walk down the road
Ask for a glass of beer
We dare not say it

If you doubt your song
stand before the tree of birds
The silverstreak jay
catcalling the blues hum dove
The oboe duck

1 comment:

amarilla said...

Dust turns up often here and to effect, on chandeliers (history?) on bees legs (incidental wealth of raw awareness?). I hope one day you write a fugue about dust.