Monthly Archives: August 2013

maintenance – August 31

8.31 drops in eyes, pills in places, lay down and stretch that back,   oil those hinges, check the lint trap, screen that face and fast.   slide the dipstick, test those tires, air pressure‚Äôs good or not   grease … Continue reading

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state fair – August 30

8.30 wide wide bottoms in blue jeans   corn fed mamas off to the fair   sad happy faces with corndogs   Minnesota mining for fair. ———————  

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dry stick branches – August 29

8.29 tree trimming buzzes greet the late summer heat. water fall bed lies flat and dry, mud sticks gasping up to nothing.   clip those dry stick branches before the winter fall blasts bring power lines and lives crashing to … Continue reading

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MLK 1965 – August 28

8.28 the long black car drove slowly majestically through Boston streets lined with faces, hands arms reaching for hope   and i jogged beside to keep the inmate safe. bullets, knives and hate also striding through the streets reaching for … Continue reading

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Godot – August 27

8.27 godot stands offstage watching while estragon and vladimir rake each others souls with query and reposte. Is it time to arrive.   lessons to be learned of how it all comes round. again and again and again, until. or … Continue reading

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sun sorcery and failings of truth – August 26

8.26 brown blades fan overhead skimming pale gasps to fend the heat.   summer warming has come with vengeance and my pasty white quails   slathered in sunscreen.   they lauded a day at the beach when I went excited … Continue reading

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riding with phantoms – August 25

8.25 In 1948 western heroes rode across screens so vivid I thought they were behind them. How could Roy be at the Capitol and then at the Paramount later on.   Grammy would hold my hand and buy us a … Continue reading

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