poetry. thoughts and more than make-believe.

Thursday, January 28, 2010

Oh Where Oh Where Has My Little Dog Gone?

you were driving me to work
on a one-way street
when the radio-people were talking about names..
Easter as a last name
Mary Christmas as a whole
and I thought about one of my families first dogs:
Happy.

A mixed up mutt from a real-live pet shop,
which at 4 seemed amazing.
But sad when Happy got parvo
and died,
weeks later.

That led my brain to think of Gretchen,
really my first memorable dog--a short haired dachsund...
who got snippy with my brother and I
who my parents said "ran away" but in
real-life went to live on a real farm in Kentucky.
Not a "farm" farm...but so far away.

And at 3 or 4,
I took my Fischer-Price plastic record player
playing "Oh Where Oh Where has my little dog (Gretchen) gone"
over
over
over
hoping those tears would bring her back home.

Of course,
they didn't. But I did find out she lived till I was a teenager,
happily on her Kentucky farm.

Saturday, January 23, 2010

Irishing dreaming

Dreaming about
my name
first: b
last : w
boldly said to the front,
I heard you comment about
my Irish blood

awake:I can't recall whether it was
strong
         weak
              my Irish blood
                     positive
                                negative

how in real-time-playing life,
I don't claim to have any
Leprechaun in me

Thursday, January 21, 2010

unbounding

and for a moment
swishswooshing depths
raged full steam
stream
tea-train
ahead

and in the next
vanquishing
releasing
unbounding

being
now

Thursday, January 14, 2010

Who is who?

WAtchING glam-gay-rock

taking the metro

I think
(thought BY TOMORROW)
what it means to be a fake-famous rock star?

And why I am not on stage
fa-la-la-ling
other than my lack of ability...

I wouldn't want to shoot myself

could keep
IDentITY

...and how many of us kill ourselves
just to try and be who we think we are
"Happiness is only real when shared".....from Into the Wild
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