SHELTER FROM THE STORM
Stack that first wall--
press spine per Mafia
rule contra blood in the clam sauce
A second fold
blind-eye corner
black space/time hidey-hole
Build a world, lay a floor:
undergrain traced
by fingers stretched from graves
Third wall, hang a mirror
strike attitudes --
iron fry-pan, helmet or hat?
Safety is always square
fenced space gray felt
emptiness craves a frame
That clever plan to keep the sky?
Cue spiral scrutiny
of stationed lenticular cloud
a backlit penny nail
which screws itself
deep into the armor
HERR KEPLER'S NOTEBOOK
Time is the bully anchor of the opposing tug-rope team.
The person with a happy home life tracks glitter through the world; the solitary person leaves snowprints.
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"The grasshopper warbler's song comes up out of the earth just as you think the day is quietening down. It has no prelude or warm-up: it starts midperformance, as if switched on by the dark, as it if has been singing like this beneath the earth until it was dark enough to come to the surface. As if, though we hardly hear it, this singing never stops."
A Year on the Wing (Tim Dee)
All writing and cartoons on this site copyright 2008-2010 Julia Martin, unless otherwise credited.
The person with a happy home life tracks glitter through the world; the solitary person leaves snowprints.
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"The grasshopper warbler's song comes up out of the earth just as you think the day is quietening down. It has no prelude or warm-up: it starts midperformance, as if switched on by the dark, as it if has been singing like this beneath the earth until it was dark enough to come to the surface. As if, though we hardly hear it, this singing never stops."
A Year on the Wing (Tim Dee)
All writing and cartoons on this site copyright 2008-2010 Julia Martin, unless otherwise credited.
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