Monthly Archives: October 2009

Poem: “Pine Tree State”, fr. notebooks, Jim Stallings

Pine tree state,

Mother nature provides

Lumber and fish

Berries and lobsters

Although once servant food

Folks up here are used

To class superior folk

From Bah-ston

With Hah-vad degrees

Bright eyes, big ideas

But we Maniacs

Handle the tourists

Like the weather

She comes an’ goes

And being tough as rocks

We just remain

At season’s end, ehuh.

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Poem: “Inside Her Snore”, fr. notebooks, Jim Stallings

Inside her snore

Was the day ahead

Coded in compact

With the devil’s needs

To exert wrong force

On a man of wanton creeds

That’s what the deed says

Regardless of truth

Or fair judicial review—

So let the stupidity begin

With awakening snorts

And swimming to surface

Announcements & dreamscapes

Where reason gone dark

Makes application

To the best of retainers

Who want to serve the queen.

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Poem: “Mash Potatoes”, fr. notebooks, Jim Stallings

Mash potatoes

Puddin’ pie

Got a fish bone

On my plate

And a hanger

In my suit

Sure, dress to kill

And lay down your bets,

Tomorrow’s nearly here

And the demands

Never go down

Until you’re buried

In your costume box

With your best suit & tie—

Ready to meet the Big Man

(Or Woman)

(Or Thing)

That started this

Meals on Wheels.

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Poem: “Proper Perspective”, fr. notebooks, Jim Stallings

Happy Birthday, Mom!

 

Proper perspective

Step back, step forward

Hold up a finger

Judge the wind

Or ambient sound.

Ease up on the subject

While keeping a frown

From your lips

To God’s Holy Ears

All is known

Despite our dull stare

The light changes

Shadows perversely shift

You dance around

With clue or gift, so,

Put down the paint brush

And with dignity erase yourself.

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Poem: “He Moved Slower”, fr. notebooks, Jim Stallings

He moved slower

Cold weather reptile

Mouth opens closes

Eyes blink

He belches

Then vague smile

Something, all the time

Licks lips

Smacks mouth

Inhales

Makes a wheeze

Starting to heal up

Any minute

A leg or arm

On the move

Head tilts eye closes

Well, maybe not yet.

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Poem: “Break Out The Shovels”, fr. notebooks, Jim Stallings

Break out the shovels

Eight inches of snow

Brew some coffee

And scramble the eggs—

Heavy lifting ahead

Potential heart attack

Say where’s that May boy

Stout of heart

Lean of purse.

He’s an entrepreneur

He’s the future bright

Our cash drawer

Clings to a few bills

Gladly volunteers

To save an old man

In the autumn

Of his plutocratic years.

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Poem: “What Have I Done”, fr. notebooks, Jim Stallings

What have I done

To lose myself in winter

Where white covers my past

And confuses my present—

Even my future requires steps

Mark it out for all to see

So that the crime

Leads back to the criminal.

Does my ineptness

Dress everything in this season

Where sleep drifts through

Afternoons dim in light

And lamps and fires

Do all they can

To save us from depths

Yawning round every turn

Let winter consume us.

Let the snow

Show its darkness.

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