Thursday, July 9, 2009

3 Poems Circa Dec. 2008


A buzzing from the kitchen

The ‘lectric stove is hot.

Water is rattling the kettle.

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Far away, a distant landscape,

blue sky, yellow horizon shaping a transparent crystal.

Now a label wrapped around a bottle of spring water.

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Yellow paint on fragments of freshly cut wood —

graphite core.

Just a pencil sharpened.

What’s the point?


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