Tag: Art
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The Daily Resurrection Blues
Another oldie but goodie? … The Daily Resurrection Blues Waiting for the resurrection,It happens every day at five.That’s the time we come alive.For now, we just improve production. I’ve got the waiting-for-The-daily-resurrection blues. Walking dead from nine till five,Push us hard – keep the profits high.We break production records daily. I’ve got the waiting-for-The-daily-resurrection blues.…
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Brand-New Day
Brand-New Day parakeet sings alongin staccato counterpointto the indigenous flute songdeep in the laurel-canyon Chihuahua races alongthe chain-link fence barkingfinding every sound andmovement beyond disturbing arrows launched atbreeze-swaying targetclose, but no cigars and fatiguedshoulders need a rest Midnight slinks over theouter wall puddling in hiddencorners out of sight, in shadeunder the Oleander, safe aroma of…
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Magician’s Quest
A little stream of consciousness… Magician’s Quest wish upon a star forthe din of wolves frolicking for lost mysteries and dragons with cold steel held captiveby even colder magic, tied tothe crimson mists of ravensong with the blazing backdrop of the unquenchable sunwith smoldering energy reigning for the wolves, for the thronesto hunt for the…
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Misperceptions
Misperceptions A cut-up painted maskNothing more, nothing less Imagined significance Nothing more, nothing less Perceived as normalNothing more, nothing less Misperception abounds Nothing more, nothing less Just a cut-up painted maskNothing more, nothing less –LE 1/21/24
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Only Human
Only Human vaunted humansmerely a strain of primates with opposable thumbsand the ability to thinkabout the future, andthinking thinking about thinkingover-thinking? thinking based on perceptionsas is all thinking, butnone possible without senses and perceptions of pastevents and future expectationsbased on them but all perceptions capable oferror and missing the reality or ‘truth’ of any and…
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Winter Haiku
Written during my years in nothern Ohio Winter Haiku Windswept blades of grass,velcro for decaying leaves —crows hunt for treasure Now warm from walking,‘cept for my frostbitten ears —deep earth-tones and gray. Wet snow all around,parking lot puddles soak shoes —tracking salt inside. Sliding down the road,anti-lock brakes staccato —black ice beckoning. Slamming the car…
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Startled Coyote
Startled Coyote They can smell a human a mile awaySo they say We came upon him on our ride homeOn the Tucson Loop Soundless except for the hum of bike chainsAnd tires on pavement He rose from the shadows under a MesquiteApparently startled Mangy, thin, hungry looking, surveying usWarily as we approached Quickly veering toward…
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Angry Lake Erie
Angry Lake Erie (a recollection) Nighttime on a north Ohio coastlineDark gray clouds scudding eastwardTwelve-foot luminous gray wavesWashing over the concreteBreakwall No rain … yetMaybe yes, maybe noWind blows cold through my clothesHair whipping over my shouldersAs I face her voracious howl Erie’s angry tirade lastsThe whole nightBut I came down and sleptThrough her final…
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Alibis
Alibis Lives full of alibisDeny responsibilityCulpabilityPoint the fingerSomeoneAnyone elseThe blameWe have ourAlibis Our socialCognitiveDissonanceIntellectual dis-HonestyPuts the lieTo progressiveAnd conservativeClaims ofHumanity –LE
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