Poem - here i'll distract you with a poem that is hopeful

here i'll distract you with a poem that is hopeful
look out the window do you see that bird

what a nice nest she has with chicks that she feeds
you can see how happy they are and so is she

is it not wonderful that in the heart of this world
new life is always barging in as soon as some goes out

all i need to do is look around with a steady gaze
and not hold on too tight when the day starts or ends



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3.27.15

Poem - memorization is the calisthenics of the mind

then i saw your boyfriend
or someone who acted like it
and i drove home and started a new painting

even bigger than the last one
to keep me occupied and not thinking
about anything

and i started memorizing
the midnight ride of paul revere by longfellow
because memorization is the calisthenics of the mind

because my mind must be lazy
for me to feel this way

my activity is selfish and
infected with bad motives

or middle age is a desert i cross
and after this is fucking death



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How to Climb a Rainbow

If you're going to climb a rainbow, you need feather shoes. I prefer goose down shoes -- but any small feathers made into shoes will do.

Ideally look for the cool kind of rainbow that happens as early in the morning. Without any residual heat or glare from a whole day interfering with your climb, it should be simple to go up the side.

Handle the rainbow carefully, don't crimp or put dents in it as you go, or you could get lightening or scattering that makes the rainbow go away.

You can stop at the top, enjoy the view, then slide down either side.

I heard that some folks ride the top of the rainbow as it moves through the sky. I have not tried that yet, because I need to get more confident in my climbing technique and having that feeling on how long the rainbow will be around.

HB\
2013
3 25

Poem - i wrote anotehr poem'a the end of march

i wrote anotehr poem'a the end of march
typed wrong
i didn't fix it

i keep reading joyce's ulysses
slowly and as i go
i start to comprehense

and i am shocked how easily
deadilus gave up the key
amd two pence



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M 24
2015

Poem - i am the oldest clown in peru / not him

i am the oldest clown in peru
not him

he is a liar
never even attended clown school




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Poem - nothing vanishes in to thin air

nothing vanishes in to thin air
whatever it was is still before us
in plain sights

for whatever reason
we simply refuse to see it


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