Monday, February 16, 2004

A Monday Pote...

DREAMING (Of Maiden Angels)

by billy forbes 1980

She and other people swim in the pool

while I seek out the man to murder

in front of everyone who laughed.

*

I work at the empty warehouse

standing in the green field

and walk up the road with a woman

after work's over or we quit.

*

We were windsurfing over sharks

and running from the fifty dollar restaurant

they chased us to rails by the river

but somehow we outwitted them.

*

A brunette artiste explained

her eastern colours to me and others

and by standing she reached

up to kiss me more than once

in fact about eight times.

*

But I don't know what they mean

a few of us just stood on line

waiting to get into the video theater

and we sat down with Italians

to watch a gas-economy movie.

*

It had only begun when

Ilfredor's voice called me to

arise and prepare to go

to a lecture by my advisor

about sculpture in the valley

like who done the power building facade

the maiden-angels in graveyards.

         And there you have it, the Monday Pote.  Paintings & craziness tomorro~i am on a Presidential vacation...

4 comments:

slacbacmac said...

Austere borroed potery should set=off
my previous sappiness...
Good thing this guy has his own books,
Other=wise, i'd steal him Magnificently.

z7snowflake said...

Thats a nice peom, I like to write poetry also. :)

merelyp said...

Dancer and grandmumsy r glad you are feeling poetical. I especially like the Eastern voice I hear: one stands ON line out there, and IN line here in the midwest. Now, as to what further Easterns have to say about western art...
"...I know what I like..." It contains white space, as do poems. W/good reason.

floralilia said...

well put your feet up, Mr. President slac, sir. you deserve it.

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