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:
Austere borroed potery should set=off
my previous sappiness...
Good thing this guy has his own books,
Other=wise, i'd steal him Magnificently.
Thats a nice peom, I like to write poetry also. :)
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.
well put your feet up, Mr. President slac, sir. you deserve it.
Post a Comment