“ne moonless night a woman dressed in white: She was crowned with stars, had a serpent round her right arm Made a stripper roll with her hips, so I shouted, “Take it off!” She peeled off lay…
Source: “The Search” in Oddball Magazine
Yes Yes Ok
People say poets talk too much of death
I will not, not at 7 am.
I’m already feeling like going back to bed.
I lead such a hard life; breakfast is going to kill me.
Elegant things I put on eBay will be the end of me.
I gotta get pics of all of them then shop for more.
I gotta do the legal work against discrimination at a job
I really don’t want any more ~
I’m a serious mess, worn down to talcum powder
But out I’ll go, late in the day, for God and eBay
To get Good Will stuff idiots use plastic cards to get
So glad to get to be happy for a while, get, get, get
Happy for a while, ok, maybe longer.
I’m learning detachment from things that come and go
People that live and pass away
Weather that changes from calm to chaos, a world at war
Rumors of war, floods, famine and genocide as my body falls
Back to where it came from ~ I’m so serene… Right,
Some jerk on the freeway cuts me off
I forget I’m a Peace-nick and wanna fuckin’ end him,
But I can’t, I love peace, and besides, I said no talk of death
AM I …talking about… seriously?
Last week I walked Green Lake sharp nails cutting into toes
I shoulda clipped them before but stood the pain
Because I knew the pain would stop and it did –
That’s pretty much it, standing pain, numbing it
With the ecstasy of sunrise, dope, booze
Keeping big Pharma fat and happy, loving sex on E…
When I got home from the lake, one white sock
Was bloody at the toe, it didn’t matter
I threw it in the wash and clipped my nails.
I’m doing a reading tonight for a coffee shop crowd…
Tomorrow I’ll drive through the Alzheimer haze
To see my Mom before she too forgets who I am.
Then I’ll walk the lake again; that’s about the size of it.
Of red azaleas
white and blue lilac
in full force
holding the world’s attention
when one mosquito
through the window
announces its end:
the heat of summer… Empire of Cicadas
Rayn Roberts ’05