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The Ringing #11 September 2nd., 2006

Hosted by Pearl Pirie of Poetry Springs Boing, Curl, Sproing

Birdwatching

fall cardinal sins
legitimized voyeurs all
ornithologists

freed of longitude
a lilac-breasted roller
bathed in sandalwood

Black and Pink

urban garden spring
lost and found in verdant peace
absent fruit on vines

Black and Green

Indian Summer
when sugars are sought and found-
picnics with hornets

Black and Yellow

Hyena summer
black and blue the Southern Cross
my star is falling

Black and Blue

Through the Melodeon Window

Hey you, Cherry-Coke!
Yes, you
you Amish blacked
horse whip
cracking down the street.
Compel me,
opera mouthed
and gutsy.
Yeah you
you thick treaded
heel artist...
hi-jack me.
Grind it down,
mouthing the edict
to lay down my nets
and follow your fetish
through your plum cherry arbor.

Innocence

It was
and is
and ever will be
in the bottom drawer.

Paralysis strikes
watching the life run all out
the first and last hunt

indian summer
seven times faster than we
our friends come and go

The sleek lucky toe
broken not once but in two
sordid episodes.

Sugarplum on the 4th

Sparklers drip and pinwheels spin
mind aboard the carousel again
where choke cherry lips
and cotton candy grins
all yawn until the spinning
top
stops
stalls
and lights go out
mommies hushing
and school girls shout
"I can't see you, but I know you're here."
as borders blur
and smiles smear
like fudgy finger-painting
in electric dyes
or neon ink across the velvet
skies
skewed
the symbolic blots
kaliedoscopic crayons connect the dots
that bend the line
and slow the ride
that raced the heart
and pried the eyes
wide
open
ecstasy.

(re-inspired and re-discovered thanks to "Almost Literary.")

Sharks

She so vulnerable
Can’t swim
Panic on her face
In her eyes
Survival only.

Omitted

The manual does not describe, in its entirety, the way things work, in their entirety.

Fish

Do this...

Cypher Dissident

props to Che