Alex's Writing for June 2009

Horace

Was what I saw
sitting in encounter

you in Tampa
between bird cries: wheels of

broken big wheels – hair silly
string and sad string?

Was what I saw
sitting in Kenosha.

north bound children
with no hope for encounter?

*

Through milk dishes, fishing line
and generous summer storms

Tampa rains over
trash: space we generously called

a garden.

*

while passive driveways are plowed
in Kenosh…

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Posted by Alex on June 24th, 2009 at 8:30am — No Comments

Temples With Axe Problems

for Charlie

I.

Candy Cones experienced a brief renaissance in Candy Land
an oddity of architectural taste: finicky and old-cat guarded

Cones eye-dotted by the predicable phases of a comfortable moon
or garden position: curved back proximity to generous crop yields

ascetics put to council by the wise: gingerbread
men, lolly girls, dark skinned chocolate that defied
definition; a choice to live without a map – who
does and does not pos…

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Posted by Alex on June 24th, 2009 at 8:28am — No Comments

Reunion

It''s how I remember "sleeping like a teenager"

on beds of Astroturf, piss

and handball

whistling good morning sunshine,

attending brunch,

worthwhile getting up

And our friends still see us on Mt. Olympus

bolt between fat knuckles…

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Posted by Alex on June 24th, 2009 at 8:18am — 2 Comments