Monday, April 4, 2011

Lake Vera

in the saucepan
   catching rainleaks
      a cricket has drowned

impressed

Of the many fine appointments
In their lakeside getaway-

The Bavarian crystal,
The brass scrimshaw chandalay-

Most precious to me's
Left in the rain:

The white humpback vertebrae

burroughs, anyone?

William Burroughs got a Pulitzer Prize for literature when he took newpaper clippings and cut them into strips and rearranged the words. who knew genius.

river walk

between sets
the trumpet mariachi
talks on his cell

-san antonio

late

missed my one o'clock--
somehow got my tick
confused with tock

newspapers

Why subsist
On the bottomless basket of rotten fruit

When it can only lead
To disillusion & dismay?

This is NOT a rhetorical question.

The poet offers this:
Identify the sources of exaltation & Joy,

Make your life
The edification of them--

And from there let the world know
What's p-o-s-s-i-b-l-e

Shangri-La

is toweling down
after a brisk swim
in Bally's blue cove

-coupla shots of Bushmill's in you-

sun dazzling off the rim
spokes of cirrus
radiate overhead

and in the lemon trees
a warm Texas breeze