sucking failure through
a Burger King straw
dripping fries
in ketchup tears
licking "what-ifs" from
the slowly sliding sides of
a soft-serve cone
while children scream and shout,
dragging grease and chicken nuggets
through plastic tubes
like maze rats.
Fake flame-broiled processed
thoughts on a bun
consumed, not absorbed.
Exhausted
like a mother of three
with no time
too much laundry
broke
and broken
by her own expectations.
Monday, February 27, 2012
.
What is the point of words
running together like tired shoes
in a three-legged race?
Odd shoes, tied loose,
lose.
Tight words, like song birds,
fly.
Trains of thought
that run together
with no space
crash against one another
at the slightest brake
derailing progress
bursting into flame.
running together like tired shoes
in a three-legged race?
Odd shoes, tied loose,
lose.
Tight words, like song birds,
fly.
Trains of thought
that run together
with no space
crash against one another
at the slightest brake
derailing progress
bursting into flame.
Calisthenics 1, Week 6
Formandstructure
future
toher
fruit
beatntheair
beatthroughherhair
walkingonthemoon
kingonthemoon
wallofthekingonthemooninthehall
gone
one
sotheysayImwishingmydaysaway
soothsaw
othesawofteeth
thesusoflife
ifthesustanancecanhold
thetancancan
heta
meta
worldpeace
future
toher
fruit
beatntheair
beatthroughherhair
walkingonthemoon
kingonthemoon
wallofthekingonthemooninthehall
gone
one
sotheysayImwishingmydaysaway
soothsaw
othesawofteeth
thesusoflife
ifthesustanancecanhold
thetancancan
heta
meta
worldpeace
Sunday, February 26, 2012
Junkyard Quote 3, Week 6
"Mo Foster had a brain splat...mom, whats a brain splat?" - my daughter, reading over my shoulder. The little sneak.
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Free Entry 1, Week 6
I wish I had a horse named Peppermint
back in the days of dust, leather,
and wooden signs
that smack back and forth in the wind-trails
left by me and my Peppermint
as we dash to and from town
on another adventure
fraught with coyotes
and canned beans.
A man who names his horse Peppermint
is not afraid of drink,
of gambling and a game of Liar's Dice.
He can wear the same clothes for months
and is not afraid of a gun
or the opportunity to use it.
Out there, under the stars,
playing a harmonica,
it is more comforting to have a lovely lady at your side
than a fearsome Thunderbolt or Apache.
When we ride into town
and I saddle up to the bar
I always order two shots,
one for her and one for me.
If I could trade places with my cowboy ancestor
I would visit a house of ill repute
and, when finished, sing in the outhouse
while a crack of light shines through a half-moon
cut out of the door
I would spit in a spitoon
and relish in the clang of my spurs
as they bite into the ground
and Peppermint's hide
as we ride off.
back in the days of dust, leather,
and wooden signs
that smack back and forth in the wind-trails
left by me and my Peppermint
as we dash to and from town
on another adventure
fraught with coyotes
and canned beans.
A man who names his horse Peppermint
is not afraid of drink,
of gambling and a game of Liar's Dice.
He can wear the same clothes for months
and is not afraid of a gun
or the opportunity to use it.
Out there, under the stars,
playing a harmonica,
it is more comforting to have a lovely lady at your side
than a fearsome Thunderbolt or Apache.
When we ride into town
and I saddle up to the bar
I always order two shots,
one for her and one for me.
If I could trade places with my cowboy ancestor
I would visit a house of ill repute
and, when finished, sing in the outhouse
while a crack of light shines through a half-moon
cut out of the door
I would spit in a spitoon
and relish in the clang of my spurs
as they bite into the ground
and Peppermint's hide
as we ride off.
Junkyard Quotes 1-2, Week 6
The laws of nature are but the mathematical thoughts of God.-Euclid
The most savage controversies are those about matters
as to which there is no good evidence either way.
-Bertrand Russel
Monday, February 20, 2012
Reading Response 1, Week 5
Pretty Little Rooms
The last paragraph is the most striking for me because I am facinated by the way Katie Chaple talks about how science can analyze the past in ways we never imagined. Similar stories abound of once unsolved mysteries being brought to light with the help of test tubes and beakers. And although the science is nice to have, I like how Katie Chaple wants to talk about the woman ...specifically, why no one is thinking of her as a person and asking more heartfelt questions about her. "They don't ask questions they don't know the answer to." But arent these "unasked" questions more interesting than the blunt truth of the discovery? I think so. Adn teh last line is brilliant "Whose body was not loved enough/ that her skull could travel like apebble,/could be used to punctuate the line of a man's body?" The imagery here, a woman's skull placed by the feet to punctuate the body !!! - the exclamation point seeming to yell "Figure me out! " Notice me! Look here! Care!
Just wonderful.
The last paragraph is the most striking for me because I am facinated by the way Katie Chaple talks about how science can analyze the past in ways we never imagined. Similar stories abound of once unsolved mysteries being brought to light with the help of test tubes and beakers. And although the science is nice to have, I like how Katie Chaple wants to talk about the woman ...specifically, why no one is thinking of her as a person and asking more heartfelt questions about her. "They don't ask questions they don't know the answer to." But arent these "unasked" questions more interesting than the blunt truth of the discovery? I think so. Adn teh last line is brilliant "Whose body was not loved enough/ that her skull could travel like apebble,/could be used to punctuate the line of a man's body?" The imagery here, a woman's skull placed by the feet to punctuate the body !!! - the exclamation point seeming to yell "Figure me out! " Notice me! Look here! Care!
Just wonderful.
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