COURSE OF IMPROVEMENT
Mille pardons, M. Coué
but every day
in every way
I’m getting bitter
and battered
I would barter
for better and better,
self-Mesmer
into cozy oblivion
swallow that placebo egg
- voila! just laid -
cluck, chuck my own chin
fascinate physiology—
Mirrored is not hypnosis
but only phiz,
mid chartreuse post-its:
chicken-scratched
molt of vérité
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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ReplyDeleteGrand poem. (Contrafactual, but that's no vice in a poem!)