Saturday, July 28, 2007
Friday, July 27, 2007
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
POTF #7
I Already Know
From the highway in Canada I saw a freakin’ huge owl
I flew by, it sat, staring out from it’s tree
What the hell was that about?
You never see owls anymore
Well, I guess I never did anyway
But I knew someone who knew someone who “knew” owls
Are the owls around and OK generally?
I almost never think about them
until David Lynch makes me do
The closest I’ve ever been to an owl pellet
Is when Green Gargantua eats up the night club singer
and makes one of her spangled gown
What is up with owls? What is this telling me?
Is this some totemic message?
Should I be worried about the owls as well now?
Labels: Poetry
Monday, July 23, 2007
Saturday, July 21, 2007
Mausoleum II
As a child, someone, (I suspect my sister) convinced me that Barnabas Collins lived in this one. The doors used to be slightly open and smashed at the top. A very tall kid, or a kid whose friends would give a handup boost could see inside....
Labels: Road Trippin'