December 2011
5 posts
Last Thoughts On Woody Guthrie
When yer head gets twisted and yer mind grows numb When you think you’re too old, too young, too smart or too dumb When yer laggin’ behind an’ losin’ yer pace In a slow-motion crawl of life’s busy race No matter what yer doing if you start givin’ up If the wine don’t come to the top of yer cup If the wind’s got you sideways with with one hand...
Flight
for K. Like a glum cricket the refrigerator is singing and just as I am convinced that it is the only noise in the building, a pot falls in 2B. The neighbors on both sides of me suddenly realize that they have not made love to their wives since 1947. The racket multiplies. The man downhall is teaching his dog to fly. The fish are disgusted and beat their heads blue against the cold aquarium. I...
