Sunday, April 20, 2014

THREE from THE OLD POET SAYS 



“Bring to
the poem

as much as
you ask

of it.”

*

“Beat the
beat – oh,

I mean
pound it.”

*

“Unfounded
hope eats

cold stone
soup.”



Saturday, April 19, 2014

THREE from THE OLD POET SAYS 



“Making poems is
no stranger than
combing your hair

with ice cream.”

*

“Again

and again
there is

only
one poem.”

*

“No, you can't
stop just cuz

it's getting
ugly.”



Friday, April 18, 2014

LINES FOR APRIL 18 



Nothing here
but wind.

Nothing there
in the

distance
but wind

coming.



Thursday, April 17, 2014

LINES FOR APRIL 17 



Another
sad story

in every
empty house.



Wednesday, April 16, 2014

LINES FOR APRIL 16 



How to
speak of such

houses, there
and not there,

their semblance
and absence,

their memory
of wind,

the wind's
memory

of them.



Tuesday, April 15, 2014

LINES FOR APRIL 15 



Hauling ass
across Kansas -

the wind!



Monday, April 14, 2014

LINES FOR APRIL 14 



Clouds racing
the wind across

Kansas. The wind
always wins.



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