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[iron_and_silver]

these are my most fav 4 poems of the past couple of years.


I was once a waitress

a Supposed past life psychic
once told me
I was a waitress in Harlem 30's
when Billie Holiday breathed out heaven.
(i'm inclined to belive her)
Scratched Sounds of record
on millenium cd somehow
always brings me home.
(a break in a
hard nicotine
corner;
knowing heaven before death)
11-6-00



Ode To My Dog

He smells of coughing chimeny's
short southern suburban grass
jagged breezes after a long sharp rain,
he is soft as love.
His name no longer fits him but rather
contradicts him with every
bouncing step. He lives in constant Nirvana
when around me. Lovechild without the stigma,
happiness without the placebo neccessities.

I think in another life i traded my 2 legs for four
joined him running through
wide bright wild country fields
under the influence of some unknown type of bliss.
2-12-00

suddenly i missed my father
in a noon dream
as i watched his cracked feet
in worn out flip flops
trying to fix a piece of my art
without any luck..
and suddenly i felt the tiny specks of blue
that i never quite saw in his eyes when he would ask softly
if he could tuck me in
when my mom had fallen asleep or was sick or away
and i would always tell him no in my most
toughest child voice;
and suddenly i missed my father.
6-8-01




Jesus buys clearence

and he still wears sandals
and has the same hairdo
and is shy after a few minutes
of making small talk with me.
8-13-02

Comments

[racecar.livejournal.com]

the one about your father is wonderful.
and the one about jesus buying clearance just cracks me up!

[folkyboy.livejournal.com]

i love Jesus Buys Clearence :)