Tuesday, April 29, 2008
coconut lime & the cheap hotel...
Rain on the morning
The blue wood clapboards
Outside
Weathered splintered & broken
At the Cheap Hotel
Looking over
Butter Bay
Butter Bay
There then, she
Wrote songs
&
Painted pictures
Of
Annabelles & Misties
In their
Pink
Sweaters
&
Butter-color
Skirts
On Fridays at Butter Bay Butter Bay
Then,
The rain stopped on the morning
& she,
She
Rubbed on the lotion
Her new lotion
Coconut Lime Verbena
There then,
Compliments of the Cheap Hotel
The blue wood clapboards
Outside
Weathered splintered & broken
At the Cheap Hotel
Looking over
Butter Bay
Butter Bay
There then, she
Wrote songs
&
Painted pictures
Of
Annabelles & Misties
In their
Pink
Sweaters
&
Butter-color
Skirts
On Fridays at Butter Bay Butter Bay
Then,
The rain stopped on the morning
& she,
She
Rubbed on the lotion
Her new lotion
Coconut Lime Verbena
There then,
Compliments of the Cheap Hotel
Monday, April 28, 2008
Sunday, April 27, 2008
windows (another)...
Windows & trees are the world & the sea
Out of my window on the wall
White birds skimming the bay, gulls
Seagulls swooping a white boat setting,
On a buoy flat & quiet slightly obscured
By two Christmas trees and a nearby mountain ash
There there
In the influence of Rod McKuen
&
All about the sailor in Him;
This morning
Paris-Three, L.A.-An Outstretched Hand & Tokyo-Fish Kites
There
Firewood, bricks & sticks stacked at the View Inn
On Geranium Hill, ballads
& shadows
Shadow Street on Geranium Hill
A sad new song
But;
The morning sun warms Shadow Street
&
There there are
Jazz poetry, leprechauns & silk
This morning
Out of my window on the wall
White birds skimming the bay, gulls
Seagulls swooping a white boat setting,
On a buoy flat & quiet slightly obscured
By two Christmas trees and a nearby mountain ash
There there
In the influence of Rod McKuen
&
All about the sailor in Him;
This morning
Paris-Three, L.A.-An Outstretched Hand & Tokyo-Fish Kites
There
Firewood, bricks & sticks stacked at the View Inn
On Geranium Hill, ballads
& shadows
Shadow Street on Geranium Hill
A sad new song
But;
The morning sun warms Shadow Street
&
There there are
Jazz poetry, leprechauns & silk
This morning
Friday, April 25, 2008
in the lobby...
In the lobby
Of the great hotel
A poet writes
In
A
Notebook
Little pictures & little stories
Flowers trees & windows
Matisse windows
Like
There
In the lobby
Of the great hotel
On the wall
Of the great hotel
A poet writes
In
A
Notebook
Little pictures & little stories
Flowers trees & windows
Matisse windows
Like
There
In the lobby
Of the great hotel
On the wall
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
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