XVII.
Treat it more carefully
what?
i said treat it more carefully
Amberdine looked at the bowl of waxy fruit
and the way the table cloth
hung there
limp and beautiful
cleothedog
Tag: poetry
June 10, 2014
June 3, 2014
off at work
he pioneers with his
pick axe
and comes home shouting
I USED TO BE A BEAUTIFUL BABY
blood all down his front
raw meat in his hands
May 14, 2014
on the eve of the apocalypse
i will take you to where i know
there is one budding tree
leaves now actually
i will take you there
May 6, 2014
“october at home”
the cat and dog are sunning themselves on the porch. some other, more wild animal is rummaging about in the leaves in the yard. they are dry and noisy, being this time of year. the cat’s ears swivel at the sound, but she doesn’t really move. the dog’s eyes are closed and she’s in the spot for optimal sun. the cat snuggles more into herself.
i can hear the train whistling from behind me, past glen place. i’m losing sun in my seat, the wind is blowing slightly, and some leaves are falling. the sky is completely, perfectly, absolutely blue. no clouds. trucks and cars rumble faintly in the distance, coming from ravensdale or the saw mill or further off. the noise combines with the rushing sound of wind. occasionally punctuated by an acorn banging on a deck or lawn chair at our house or the neighbor’s.
a contractor’s van goes by. up the street something sounds like it cracks or pops under its wheel. cleo rouses. in a sphinx pose her eyes get heavy again. the cat is looking at her. something still rummages in the yard.
April 22, 2014
look at
farm houses in the pink distance
i’m sick of grasping at straws
one light on one light off
deer or small cows in the foreground
March 6, 2014
1.1
each time i ask
are we really going on with it?
this time
yes
we can’t go through it like that though
that’s going about it
all the wrong way
a carlight glimmers in the mush
March 4, 2014
reflection of a windmill
spinning very fast
in non-traditional shape of modern building’s window
February 18, 2014
how can the sun set so fast?
it must be heavy
in the sky
January 19, 2014
you come to me
your breath smelling of cheese
smoked gouda and cheddar
say you need a hug
January 9, 2014
sky white against black trees
try as you might to get back here
seems such a trial just to say it
but there’s our bed and I made it
cleothedog 