Entries From the Farmhouse
Poetry
Sunday, August 27, 2023
All Life is like this Afteroon
As Long as Russell Edson Lives
but the moment
he is dead
I become
too hard to
figure out
my growing
labors like
tiny inventions
glancing
at each other
Monday, August 7, 2023
Post Title
that this extinction
might give birth to something.
Thursday, August 3, 2023
Concave Orange Peel
The hammering of a flicker
ties us to one another.
And together the old sense comes round
like an approval or buttons.
Froms sleep the old man gloves the air.
Well, don't look.
Just sip over the universe
of an old fashioned cocktail
mostly beautiful
I want an intermission
The brute ankles of the problem
sometimes weave
sometimes glimmer
sometimes shine
from a lilac loss
raincoat, chimney or runnel.
The bay touches a chamber of the heart
Walking around the market before it opens
may repair the wildflowers before the rain
switch something in the experiment
use a forklift immediately
drain off this sunny, sunny toaster
looking natural before the gardens.
Sunday, July 2, 2023
The Truth About the Lies
The mustard end of my cigarette
collapsed the way a building collapses.
Tragedy at some point always happens,
especially to garage bands.
Today, at the mailbox
a letter arrived. It read,
"I don't even know what to say."
Neither did I.
And that was the way
the poem ended.
Friday, April 21, 2023
Poem
If our mouths go on
in tiny mouse-like kisses
the air does not tell
a friend, nor does it
take a breath
let it out that I was
clumsy, you, awkward.
If I suddenly say flower
the rain does not write the poem,
"droplets".
Does not wave,
or think dark cloudy thoughts.
But when I find out who you are.
What but spring
suddenly under honest trees
knocks at my door
and asks to be let in.
Wednesday, March 15, 2023
From the Book of Questions
Who really believes we are made up of bones?
Why did my parent put me into a room of my own?
When I dream, who am I?
When I sleep, do I sleep in another's dream?
What was the name of the horseshoe crab before horses?
Why do children bring their rocks into the house thinking they are snails?
When I am sad, why doesn't the earth fill with hellos?
Will I finally be able to hold my kidneys?
How much longer will people forget the truth?
Don't they know it will flower soon?
What has there to be completely removed before there is spring?
Do I really understand the existence of stars?
Is the firing squad ready for the maker of guns?
Why did someone out me of what they saw die?
Why does the blue come off the blueberry when you rub them?
What happens when the tiniest particle is loved?
All Life is like this Afteroon
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