"Commitment, hard work, efficiency, accountability: these are the elements in my approach to governing, and my strategy for success." —Governor Bill Richardson
These words can so readily apply to poetry, too. Just replace the word "governing" with "poetry."
Hmmm...I might be up for New Mexico, since I can do speculative verse on the LAND OF ENCHANTMENT that has a town called TRUTH OR CONSEQUENCES.
ReplyDeleteThat sure is tempting.
Mir
Sandyman PS:
ReplyDeleteHe's kicking it like Chaplin
he plays it as it lays
he has no electricity
he reads Bukowski
he's become a veteran
of the Harmonica Duel
while still just a boy
he's peanut saucy
sleeps for keeps
he's clean, he's dirty
he's building a green machine
going to the Reno in the sky
he's the cowboy wonder of the West
with pulsars in his eyes
makes me believe
in new fuels,
neo bebop inventions,
the time machine by the sea
I'm burning but too shy
with my red-hots,
private intentions and lies
I wonder if,
I say, the question is,
what if it lasted?
What if the damn thing flies?
but everything free
just someday leaves
so I never said my goodbyes
Don't you know that Chaucer references can kill? :)
ReplyDeleteThrough stunning bends of circumstance
Through stunning bends of circumstance
I see no children smiling
Let us go through the logs together
And we will shear our hair together
Stuff satchels quietly, nicely, politely
Through stunning bends of circumstance
I fall into a warm velvet glow
Can you see, can you see
(may won't stand for slug-a-beds)
And there is no room for anything else.
Through stunning bends of circumstance
You slay me with your eyes
CinnamonGhoul
j_gulbranson@Hotmail.com
Don't you know that Chaucer references can kill? :)
ReplyDeleteThrough stunning bends of circumstance
Through stunning bends of circumstance
I see no children smiling
Let us go through the logs together
And we will shear our hair together
Stuff satchels quietly, nicely, politely
Through stunning bends of circumstance
I fall into a warm velvet glow
Can you see, can you see
(may won't stand for slug-a-beds)
And there is no room for anything else.
Through stunning bends of circumstance
You slay me with your eyes
CinnamonGhoul
j_gulbranson@Hotmail.com