As you can...
imagine...whatever...commonplace...all the tired horses...dog bones, and etc...
Monday, May 18, 2009
A LITANY OF WRITERS
Years ago a choir director asked us what saints we would like to include in our sung litany. My response was Jack Kerouac. He didn’t make it. Here, then, a litany of writers:
Holy, holy, holy!
Holy the writers
Holy the written
Holy:
Saint Penny-a-Word
Charles Dickens
Slumming in London
Monday, May 11, 2009
WHAT’S A SURVIVOR TO DO
"I've escaped death so many times, I know I'm only living
By the saving grace that's over me."
Bob Dylan
Saving Grace
I was born
on the feast day
of the Guardian Angels.
How they got that day
I don't know.
How I got that day?
Biology.
More than once my Aunt Theresa told me
I'd always be
Monday, April 27, 2009
TEN
For some reason, I woke up this morning thinking I'd like to write something with the word Robitussin in it. May have been a memory of my wayward youth. So I came up with this depressing ditty. You'll have to supply your own tune:
Ten
I'm sittin' in my flop
drinkin' up some Robitussin
I
Monday, April 27, 2009
ALL LIFE - ALL LIVING
(for Reggie)
All life has voice and sings of itself
A great and resounding song of itself
The choir of life sings “Life!”
Wind and the River
Rain and the Sun
Have voice
And are alive!
The Flowers and the Clover and the Dirt
Have voice
Sing life
And are alive!
Even the Rocks have voice
Sing
Thursday, April 23, 2009
GUARANTEED VERBATIM
(On a city bus in Seattle)
All I asked him for
was a glass
of mother-fuckin'
water.
A goddamn
glass of water
and he would only
sell me a soda.
That creep
motherfucker
wouldn't give me
a glass of water.
I can't wait
'til I get
to church
I'm gonna spread
his ass all over
the place.
Soda is
Winter Djinn
