Long Burlap bag Poems

Ole Tom Willy                                ...

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Pt.1
     Another dawn, another beginning of filling the hours of the day with despair and mundane longing to forget my troubled past.  Each day my mind is pulverized with agonizing...

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We are clinging and clanging all over this morning-night,
Fearlessly making every noise we can,
Trying to wake up the day.
And it is only three a.m.
I am inanimate. How do I know that?
Cannot explain the how, but...

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Future Generations Pass   
          (Life of Martha and Gracie)

Martha started out, as a little girl, to understand her world
In an underworld, kept behind a...

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'Tis Halloween again, the economy is bad and lots of folks are outta work!
I'm gonna reverse this trick or treat racket, tho' some may think me quite a jerk!
Normally, hordes of kids come bangin' on...

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She was wearing her green satin dress,
      soft and silky;
often, she would touch the fabric to caress,
she was sleek elegant with skin milky.
      On a...

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I see an Army combat friend who stands 
alone in dim-lit shadows of a street-lamp's
yellow glow. A shared piece of history has now
arrived to tweak and trick my troubled mind.
I gaze through dusted haze of...

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She broke down 
Like a Ford in a storm 
Anything to garner a reaction 
Who could resist that pretty little red dress, 
Soaked, and covered in oil? 
Not anyone I knew, 
And I knew myself...

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A pair of new shoes in the thrift store,
the old shoes would shuffle away
from them if they could.

A ragged man struggles 
carrying a large plasma screen
in outstretched arms.
He is walking it home
but he has no...

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Needle by needle
The tunes for the fiddle
Press by press
The pink caress
The up and down
The silky gown
Sideways too
The silky hue
The muslin sheen
The fluid violin
The orange sun
With love spun
The slippery satin
The tender teens

The roof grows crack
The burlap...

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The heat is like a burlap bag
That’s fastened ‘round your head.
In several minutes, you’ll succumb
And feel like you are dead.

The subway, though, is cold as vodka
When it’s nicely chilled.
Although there’s not a seat, the coolness
Makes...

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The moon is devouring my brothers/uncles/cousins/father/husband/sons

Last night my youngest son disappeared
We searched for him in the moonlight
(But I do not trust the moon)
She is a thief, fickle, many-faced liar
She deceives, manipulates
She is a crazy woman...

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There she was back at her after-school job
Stashing away all she could for college
Always in her scruffy jeans and soiled blouse
Peeling potatoes from a burlap bag

Every weekend missing out on outings 
Her friends often came...

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It’s only a Guinea pig, people eat them,
the cattle don’t complain.
Peruvian mountain folk do not have to starve,
there’s no dearth.
Many are bred for their special coats of course:
the Slinky, the Peruvian, the Abyssinian,
the American; the...

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On a cool, crisp mid-October morning,
the sweetness of apples flavors the air.
And a chevron of geese honk their warning
that Winter is coming; stay if you dare.

I loved picking apples, but I was small
and only picked...

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synthetic textile ghost, or maybe a
 brown burlap bag
    hanging over a shovel in the garden.

    along its side reads burmese long grain rice.

     it...

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It was only a Guinea pig, people eat them.
Peruvian mountain folk do not have to starve,
there’s no dearth.
Many are bred for their special coats of course:
the Slinky, the Peruvian, the Abyssinian,
the American; the American
is good...

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I live alone; I pick pecans.
When leaves are dry
or wet upon the ground,
I thrash the trees.
I break from branches
undropped, green-husked nuts
and pull the fleshy hulls
from harder shells.
I put them in my musty burlap bag.
My bent...

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