Category: Poetry
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Late September Sunday Morning
Late September Sunday Morning Sol’s long rays illuminate acloudless cerulean skyand yes, I’ll repeat a metaphorthat has served before long shadows cross the pathnature’s barcodingshows us where we’re atanalog coding, what a laugh the Tucson mountains on our leftlooking like giant razor fangsof Rodan or Godzilla raising its headto swallow Tucson whole a mottled gray…
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Long Ride Home
Long Ride Homeby Patty Griffin Long black limousineShiniest car I’ve ever seenThe back seat is nice and cleanShe rides as quiet as a dreamSomeone dug a hole six long feet in the groundI said goodbye to you and I threw my roses downAin’t nothing left at all in the end of being proudWith me riding…
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A Memoir Memory From 1980
Lunch In A City Park Ah, there’s a bald head andThere, bouncing boobsOver there, a large paunchParading through They’re all here at lunchtimeMidday summer respiteBlazes of red, yellow, and blueSomething old, something new Feminine styles seated on the lea‘Machos’ up against the treesSleesey dudes strutting throughThey’re all here, lunchtime ease The band is playing, a…
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The Painters With Whiskey
This is a repost from February of ’23, but I used a different watercolor, and no, it’s not a whiskey painting… Whiskey Painters 4×5 inchmasterpiecespaintswere carriedin a smallAnacin tinfolding brushcompletedthe ensemble table in the barthe painter’sbrush dipped ina half-fullshot glassJamesonwon’t mindfor art’s sake vibrant colorsbrushed onhoneyed withaged IrishKentuckyor Tennesseelittle masterpiecesexchanged We’re allwelcome to tryWhiskey-coloredmasterpieceslandscapesportraitsabstractssounds prettydaunting…
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Desperado
Desperadoby the Eagles Desperado, why don’t you come to your senses?You’ve been out ridin’ fences for so long nowOh, you’re a hard oneBut I know that you got your reasonsThese things that are pleasin’ youCan hurt you somehow Don’t you draw the queen of diamonds, boyShe’ll beat you if she’s ableYou know the queen of…
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Homeward Bound
Homeward Bound three small, single-colored butterfliesyellow, orange, and white flitamong tired looking Brittlebush, Sageand Desert Mallow in the dry riverbedwaves and sloshes of the last flood watersrolling down to the Gila are bakedinto the mud, looking like fossilized water dry and dead grasses glimmer whitishin the September morning sununder a summer-blue skynot a cloud to…
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Liar, Liar
Liar, Liarby Alison Sudol (A Fine Frenzy) Liar, liar, you’re such a great big liarWith the tallest tales that I have ever heardFire, fire, you set my soul on fireLaughing in the corner as it burns Right between the ribs it’s sinking in Oh, oh, the siren sang so sweet and watched the sailors going…
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Wraiths Caught In The Storm
Wraiths Caught In The Storm Looking around on any given daySurveying what human civilizationHas wrought, the consequence ofOur deepest philosophical thought A tear forms in my eyeSpills and slides down my cheekRaise my hand to wipe it awayBut there’s nothing there… Translucent wraiths caught in the stormBest intentions perverted toPlundering beautiful biodiversityFor greed’s sake and…
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Summer’s Last Holiday
This is a repost from last year… because it still applies. We also need to reconize and encourage the recent remobilization of labor in this country and abroad. It’s the only chance we have against the ruling class and their lickspittles… less an actual, French-style revolution… Summer’s Last Holiday used to be the summerseason’s first…
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End of August – Ride
End of August – Ride feathery fair weather cloudsmarble the cerulean domebright sun heats up the eastern sky white, yellow, and orange butterfliesflit among blousy Brittlebush blossomsand the faint odor of sage barrel and elephant ear cactiand prickly pear in bloom fromthe recent monsoons a large falcon lands on the guardrailas we approach, hawkeye-ing meas…
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