Plain American Language

I cut a sliver/of WC William's finger
and placed it inside/my philosophy...

Thursday, April 7, 2011

Poem #2: Three Short Poems at Qualia Coffee

(Here I took lines from old poems that I didn't much like...and took the best lines and added some others)

Whistling through your picturing and finding naught

thou picture, beside
figuring, knit caps, glasses
bees, love, bees.


Janis Joplin has a way of crooning to the beads
hung by the sandalwood candles
O Janis, mine own candle
is not sandalwood--I got it at the factory outlet
it smells vaguely of the hanging gardens.


I am following the red ribbon attached to my journal
belittle rain fills it up
here is my coffee, I meditate over the cup

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