FRIDAY NIGHT FISH STICKS
Beer rings on chaise table -
burns of third-degree
and that ersatz béarnaise
of Miracle Whip
a potassium flare
We know the score
of his cholesterol,
the heart surgeon's name
Shamarani
but we can't name this curse -
or why it steams gray
haze at its fumaroles
the vents from nowhere,
disguised as charred toast
or mulch combustion
Shamarani
Wait for an eyebrow -
dinner mouths clench -
that tone, snaggled tines
of free-with-coupon fork
to strike a spark
Ask al-Shamarani
how forty sacks of leaves -
blotto-rototilled -
can rot-defile winter
Concealment by earth
is case by case
What bribe shall we offer
Shamarani
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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