Wheelbarrrow [popular songs]
20,000 wheelbarrows would fit inside your poem
20,000 red wheelbarrows, blue wheelbarrows, green wheelbarrows
But would your poem fit in a wheelbarrow?
How many of them would fit inside one green wheelbarrow?
Surrounding the university is a town
In the town, down the hill from the university
Is the woman I love
Poetry & Music
Poetry and music. Music and poetry.
Poetry music. Music poetry.
Lipstick, lipstick, and poetry, poetry.
Like you like it.
And lipstick art. Visual art, just for you.
For you, poetry art. Music art. And poetry (of course).
Punctuation art. Punctuation poetry. Punctuation lipstick.
(Just for you, needless to say.)
Art music. (You thought I’d forget that!
Visual music, for you, without lipstick or poetry,
With or without punctuation.
As you please. Punctuated as you like it.
Poetry, did I mention that? Poetry and music? Yes.
[repeat, improvising freely]
we counted the seconds
in the street
not to rush the passer
a car would come through
Garbage Bag / Box
In the box of plastic garbage bags, are forty bags.
Take out one garbage bag, forty boxes of bags would fit in it.
Which fits more? The bag or the box?
Yerma is expecting a son, Godot.
[repeat, or not]
A flat town in a mountainous state
A hilly town in a flat, land-bound state
The Woman I Love
The woman I love wears no red wheelbarrow lipstick,
no poetry lipstick, no music lipstick
The woman I love
wears no punctuation on her lips
no university lipstick, no town lipstick,
no hill lipstick. The woman I love
without art, without music,
Thursday, June 26, 2014
I am taking the rest of the month off from writing, so the poetry has come back. When I write poetry, it comes effortlessly, or not at all. I often write in sequences of short poems, and then revise by taking out the parts that didn't work.