Friday, October 13, 2006

Michigan

Michigan has been through a lot lately, what with all those troubles with the Emerald Ash Borer. So lift their spirits with the gift of poetry.

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  1. Tower of Babel didn’t reach this high
    That edifice which touched the sky
    So fell the tower to crush their pride
    How I wish that mine had died
    I’m afraid to fall

    Afraid to fail or disappoint
    I stand up here without support
    Don’t ask for help, I stand aloft
    Only raging storms could through me off
    But this still wind-it makes no sound
    The trees are green, the sky so blue
    So I enjoy the lovely view
    Rain clouds are not seen today
    All my fears are swept away
    ‘Till I look down

    Tower of Babel didn’t reach this high
    That edifice which touched the sky
    So fell the tower to crush their pride
    How I wish that mine had died
    I’m afraid to fall

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  2. jill james9:37 PM

    On Monday:

    On Monday
    the pigeons are sketched
    in black and beige
    quarter notes on a wire staff
    shitting down jazz
    across the sky blue page

    I compose a smile
    I hold a tune
    the people are poppin'
    they have to work
    but they have time for
    'How High the Moon'

    On the bus an accident
    occurs, two foreigners
    find out they are both French:
    him with his wounded cat
    in a box on his lap,
    she works in a French restaurant
    but has time for a chat

    Later I see a dandelion puff
    plummeting towards a brick
    about to bite the dust
    so I blow it over to some dirt
    to lay hay babies
    while the sun still shines

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  3. CinnamonGhoul7:20 AM

    Here we go, the award-winning

    "The Fabled Red Spark"

    We lay in chaste silence
    tongues intertwined
    my hand resting lightly twixt your legs
    and O God
    I swear
    that for an instant
    we were the fabled red spark
    from the cinnamon Lifesaver

    CinnamonGhoul
    j_gulbranson@hotmail.com

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