Taking no prisoners. Including herself.

“The quality which makes man want to write and be read is essentially a desire for self-exposure and masochism. Like one of those guys who has a compulsion to take his thing out and show it on the street.” – James Jones

More collaborative poems with my mentor David Bromige…

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September 5, 2008
Theme: Looking out the window
Shannon / David every other line

Skinny five green fingers
Twisted four green twisters
Littered leaves littered like paper
In a moonlight caper

There’s nothing like plastic
To demonstrate this. Indeed
Even Walmart is God’s temple

To believe the 2nd twister
Is to believe the 4th

We won’t bag for too long
Only so much time and plastic
If it is, more like stinging nettles
Against the hand, in our soup
With which we used to smoke

September 5, 2008
Theme: Looking out the window
Shannon / David every other line

Looking through this window took us somewhere
We downed in our perfunctory fashion
Meticulous or not, we can no longer behave
Properly or not. Try sighing.
Any road is paved, or pavable
Most behavior, certainly behavable
All sorrows, always sighable
All sorrows, patently pliable
Until your brain goes poking out
Along the great highway
Here sees very little traffic
Seldom 20 buses, even 10 or less
Despite remoteness, tho, look your best
For else you may be penniless

§582 · June 24, 2009 · Poetry, Sonoma County Splendor · Tags: , · [Print]

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