Long Shellac Poems

I go about my daily tasks that are necessary
to keep a household humming along smoothly
like the works of the antique clock on my dresser
over a century and a quarter old
The little teeth of the gears...

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The company wishes to research an idea.
Creating slotted aluminium frames that 
Would be 18 inches thick centered between
Two areas.the external area would be double 
slotted to house a poly thermal fiberboard which
Is housed behind a...

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You want to know what annoyeth me? Let me count the ways!
I could weave a veritable tapestry of all my aggravations, mostly in 
light and deep crimson hues which signify the violence in my Heart.
Easily...

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She smiles
and considers the crowd,
all backward somersaulting
detached vagabonds, all,
serious soft smalls revealed -
marshmallows imbued
with the glee of writing 
irregular poetry;
works of art thou art,  
thou art, thou art, all indeed -
and what did Dickinson...

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Hanks of horse tail
Fractured hair
Slipping pegs    and
Rosin dust

Memories of these tunes
I used to play as a kid
Hadn't heard them in many years
One page each    or
Half-a-page
In this book with a...

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There is an empty chair where you would sit
on the other side of my dining room table 
with the worn finish after fifteen years of use
It was beautiful when I bought it 
We would listen...

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I was sitting on the beach enjoying the dawn
When along comes a crab with two fierce pincers drawn
When I shifted off slightly to give him some space
He sat down beside me with pincers retraced.

This fellow...

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Let me walk along the velvet beach,
collecting shells upon crushed stretch.
Sun rearing-up a nine year old — teach 
her to be happy, care-free, an oceanic sketch.

Eyes wide open, examine the gifts of the sea.
Brunette hair...

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I look at your face and it is all I can do 
Not to keep you forever, as you chase away my blue
I have no idea who put this face on you in the store
But...

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sitting on the steps
of the Winthrop Baptist Church
observing the trickle
of treasure seekers
poring over the detritus
of trinkets gadgets
broken tools
unfinished projects
games used toys
assembled into a motley melange
best discarded or given away
a boy appears
and sorts through a pile
of...

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Sand in my eyes
with the grit and the dust 
and the every reflection of infinite rust
Brown, gold and blue and that beautiful green
Crystalize eyes that have seen what they've seen
Oil the hinges in sockets and...

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Now as i weave my poetry, he says to me

"You look good beautiful

From the tips of your fingers to the ends of your nails"


I smile back and continue to my second stanza

I'll give you my...

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Yesterday, I walked the lane
Where once I lived 
And found my cane
Not yet a cane

But only just a dogwood limb
Barked and petalled still
Lying in the lane
Within a boy's dream

And I thought back then 
When fifteen...

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