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Your eyes like cinnamon." - Beth Orthon

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Posted on 6.20.2002 at 12:00 AM

Panonhalma

Panonhalma


On my monastic pilgrimage to Panonhalma,
the butterflies companied my walk up the hill.
It was a good omen.
Some were sulfur yellow,
the nectar crystal blue.
I know what they did that day,
playing hooky with their buddies.
I offer them cigarettes but they flew away.

Before that they were bland moths.
Now they are dangerous with their beauty,
shimmering caliper wings that makes me
ache for my own.
That’s why I left everyone, to hide in this hill walking towards the abbey, the sweat pouring on a long hot summer
Sacred day on hallow grounds.

Posted on 3.1.2002 at 12:00 AM

When the Moon Completes

I’ll be seeing you
when the moon completes
all lunacy will be cured
when the moon completes

Tides pull forward to cover
the coral reefs.

There are the poets that
Tug at the tides
when the moon completes

Compete in verse
Complete in verse
Fulfill the tide

the coral reefs.

There are the poets that
tug at the tides
when the moon completes

compete in verse
complete in verse
fulfill the tide


When the moon completes
The sand cities turn to mud

The tides pulled over
Your tired dead body.

The battlements and
Palisades crumble to
Dust....
When the moon complete
Prophets will speak
Of heresy

Posted on 2.22.2002 at 12:00 AM

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August 11, 2006 Friday

Last night I saw poetry in motion a very old film about poets reading and performing their poems. I saw Jim Carroll reciting "Just Visiting". I re-read from 'The Book of Nods' the aforementioned poem and the NY and California Variation. Michael Ondaatje read a poem that he wrote for his niece. It was inspired or an answer to Paul Bowels assertion that Indian people don't have a sense of the musical. I remember just one pretty line about a lady walking into the room with clanking ankle bracelets. It was the last line of the poem.

I stumbled onto audiopoetry.wordpress.com via the tag features of Wordpress. I just listened to a poem by Ondaatje call 'To a Sad Daughter' on audiopoetry.wordpress.com. I don't know if it's read byOndaatje.

Basketball Diary

6.17.2002

As Far As…

As far as you know
I’m not here
As far as you know
I’m not anywhere near
Your magnetic fields
Of attraction
That makes the filigree
On my arms rise
As far as I can go from here
Not to be anywhere near
As far as you know
I’m nowhere near
Not from fear
Not from here
As far as you go to find
Me here
To find your fears
It’s not anywhere near here
As long as you fear
As long as I fear you near

Posted on 6.17.2002 at 12:00 AM

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