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my canary and my effigy

my canary

 

do my bidding

shake hands for me

travel and bargain

traverse and plea

let me stay in sanctuary

please enter the coal mine

my sweet little canary

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as a compliment

I will add this old one

(slightly edited):

 

my effigy

 

Most days the real me stays home

I send my effigy out into the world

I stay in safety and dream

He comes back in shreds

Often he is angry and demands patches and glue

The next day he makes me go out there

I don’t really know what he did so I get mixed up

People look at me funny and sometimes I think they are on to me

and my scarecrow

He’ll be back tomorrow to straighten out my mess

He will come home whistling “killing me softly “

I never tell him thank you or sorry

I am not so vain as to like him

 

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I stood straight and tall with corn

I stood straight and tall with corn

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I stood straight and tall with corn

Felt every cell alive

 

I thought

– I’d rather die than die

 

brown leaves rattled in the wind

An echo in my ghostly mind

 

I stood straight and tall with corn

Nearly gone inside

 

I thought

– I’d rather die than die

 

 

 

time and i

time and i

sometimes i swing on the pendulum
sometimes it chases me
sometimes it bashes me againist the wall
with a perfect rythm
sometimes i lay under it
and laugh
sometimes i mistake it for a bell
and sing inside its silence
sometimes i swing on the pendulum

There

Closer to home a dead opossum was all the night had to offer
That and a cloudy moon
nearly full and sure to brim over into
our REMs and leave us hanging by prehensile tails
Over a moving road
A stationary journey into tomorrow
We  play dead and hope for the best

my pop the prop

My pop the prop

 

When I was a little boy

We would walk to church sometimes

He would break a forked stick

And hold it up in front to keep the cobwebs off

I imagined he was some type of priest

And the cobwebs some kind of sacred smoke

How fortunate to follow

 

When I was in high school

There was stuff goin’ on

He knew all about it

Not the details

But he knew

And he wrote my paper for me

About Lord Byron

He was happy to do it

 he got an A

 

When I was in college

There was stuff goin’ on

He knew all about it

Not the details

But he knew

And he said today we are goin’ fishin’

I heard you sneeze earlier

Call in sick

That day was a great gift

From my daddy

Because he knew

 

How fortunate to follow

 

 

 

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from the old blog

i miss my prop

 

1 bell for a penny 2 bells for a dime 3 bells for free

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From the fields

They rang a bell for lunch
They rang a bell for supper
They rang a bell when there was trouble

Once Aunt Inez rang the bell so grandaddy could come see her new dress
Badly done
Badly done Inez
But granddaddy was no Mr Knightly

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Morning of the bell

In a dream of gray
I fall out of a cloud
As a rough sketch
Balling myself up
falling
side to side
Ringing out through the watery air of some morning where I belong

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Public work

I drove away
In a big yellow truck
Was I driving the sun?
This bright afternoon
That followed me
Like a reptile
sitting in the sun
Smoking cigarettes
Listening to church bells

Dream of the cowhorn

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