tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204058532008-07-19T08:46:40.097-05:00slog2livestevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10728945613118543383noreply@blogger.comBlogger314125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20405853.post-20714153248873650042008-06-27T05:59:00.002-05:002008-06-27T06:06:33.677-05:00Summer RestYesterday I learned of radiosphere<br />the edge of our earliest broadcasts<br />moving from galaxy to galaxy<br /><br />Summer to summer<br />one needs more signal,<br />less noisestevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10728945613118543383noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20405853.post-68931308640189130032008-05-23T17:44:00.002-05:002008-05-23T17:56:59.699-05:00Local Treasuresedimentary impediments<br />clog these mental artways<br />when simple words or few<br />do hang upon the choirs<br />that once rang far and wee<br /><br />It's not nice to cheat though<br />even if it means whistling<br />at the dark to find how far<br />the shadow cave echoes travel<br />and dancing alone, or nearly<br /><br />yet the weekend comes<br />with its baked pizza<br />and promise of another try<br />as I learn again the names<br />and meanings of local treasurestevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10728945613118543383noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20405853.post-71483443782215790302008-05-18T20:46:00.009-05:002008-05-18T21:57:28.054-05:00Orange MoonlightThe poetic push has come to shove<br />not writing because of love<br />which I suppose makes it less<br />worth reading<br /><br />I'm sure they saw the orange moon<br />those ancient poets, new ones too<br />rising full in eastern evenings<br />like tonight<br /><br />I would walk to where you are<br />long through the night<br />past barking dogs<br />and lone passing cars<br /><br />I wouldstevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10728945613118543383noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20405853.post-39282158637298273232008-04-02T20:28:00.005-05:002008-04-02T20:59:56.915-05:00Sensible Garbage CansThey wait silently, that quiet pair by the door<br />one for the recycle path, one for the rest<br />A or B, and their secret cousin down the hall<br />everything in its place, on its way at day's end.<br /><br />Just the place for mixed refusals<br />of the day. No shame in leaving them<br />there, unknown, unheard from -<br />just take them away, thanks.<br /><br />As a child, the dump was most fascinating,<br />a huge pit; back up the car close to the edge,<br />toss in the bags, the boxes - the odd fridge -<br />for imaginary roaming creatures.<br /><br />Now, of course, it's more real<br />with knowledge of those who live there,<br />making their way through piles<br />searching for life from a can.stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10728945613118543383noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20405853.post-45072711695620467862008-03-07T07:08:00.002-06:002008-03-07T07:12:56.713-06:00Reload<div align="center">Reload<br /><br />You can, you know<br /><br />Yesterday's partly hit targets<br />have had a good rest<br />while you tossed a bit<br /><br />Saw you there<br />by early morning streetlight<br /><br />Reload<br /><br />Polish the metal<br />and sight along straight<br />take care in aiming<br /><br />and don't forget<br />to breathe </div>stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10728945613118543383noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20405853.post-24591935175002267022008-02-23T22:51:00.003-06:002008-02-23T23:08:38.560-06:00SquiddlesAnd in it goes, you know - <br />all the knowledge. At least<br />for this week. And then next<br />week it will be something other<br />and the other will be there, some-<br />where...showing up in the odd dream.<br /><br />I love poems, most of them anyway.<br /><br />We had a dying tree, it's gone now<br />a group of guys with one chain saw<br />cut it all up and their branch-eater<br />took what they didn't leave. Only<br />trunk segments left, hauled on a sled<br />I moved them all out of sight for now.<br /><br />The men went away, a bit underpaid, I thought.<br /><br />The squirrels have noticed, I'm sure<br />and possibly some of the birds.<br />I guess it does leave room for the moon<br />she has been getting plenty of attention<br />blushing even. It's still cold here.<br />The sky stays quite clear at night.<br /><br />And only yesterday, my dad was pushing his snowblower.<br /><br />It's been quite a while here.<br /><br />Feels goodstevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10728945613118543383noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20405853.post-57673938422556328532008-02-09T01:14:00.000-06:002008-02-09T17:05:18.954-06:00Up for AirCould I lift this orange<br />peel off that peel package<br />and segmentally munch it away<br /><br />yes, and of course I think of you<br />with that left over longing<br />wonder again what happened<br /><br />the peeling's gone<br />we know it's not on<br />and I would have shared somestevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10728945613118543383noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20405853.post-75057106714484167602008-01-13T07:21:00.000-06:002008-01-13T07:32:14.791-06:00PlacesWhat's hiding back there<br />protected by neural networks<br />disused tracksstevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10728945613118543383noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20405853.post-85880212402646532462008-01-03T07:42:00.000-06:002008-01-03T07:48:54.285-06:00MarbelousStaring across years and seasons<br />words, notes, thoughts, deeds<br />statue statements and marbelous mindsstevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10728945613118543383noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20405853.post-22316484343125094952008-01-01T20:24:00.000-06:002008-01-01T20:34:38.778-06:00SloglandiaOne a day, good for the soul<br />said with a smile, and all the while<br />groaning at the mess<br />left from last year<br /><br />A day at a time<br />because otherwise<br />it's a bit much to look at<br /><br />Now, now...<br />face towards the sun<br />open eyes slowly<br />and breathestevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10728945613118543383noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20405853.post-31356780404495610912007-12-08T14:12:00.000-06:002007-12-08T14:25:01.927-06:00Seasonal Writing Disorderpoetry on the back burner<br />for a few months or so<br /><br />some can't help writing<br />and some can't write (sometimes)<br /><br />well...<br /><br />maybe it's just being lazy<br />or the light isn't right<br /><br />I'll work on it<br />but meanwhile<br />I'm staring at a picture<br />of Machu Picchustevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10728945613118543383noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20405853.post-67022832783905488202007-11-17T18:39:00.000-06:002007-11-17T18:55:55.192-06:00Notes from the Corner, No. 28-30And when I think I will<br />but don't<br />the silence emphasizes<br />that this was never<br />what I wanted<br /><br />ice cubed<br />aesthetic<br />wandering lonely<br />like a clown<br />half dressed<br /><br />in the end<br />the love you take<br />was all yours anyway<br />although you had me<br />wonderingstevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10728945613118543383noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20405853.post-63334427149960946432007-11-03T23:17:00.000-05:002007-11-03T23:35:45.836-05:00jumbled keysA small pile of keys<br />next to my keyboard<br /><br />sometimes it's all one has to show<br />for a week's work<br /><br />I show it to you now<br />after a night of reading<br />about syd barrett<br />and listening to miles of music<br /><br />if all of this has a purpose<br />it's, well, hidden<br /><br />in the end<br />it's just a small pile of keysstevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10728945613118543383noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20405853.post-1290463688877651032007-10-31T17:46:00.000-05:002007-10-31T17:58:45.782-05:00Hallow DayNight eyes with batted lids<br />carelessly flick recognition<br />ashlike, and then away<br /><br />It's not time yet<br />not yet, even though<br />chill drifts across dry leaves<br /><br />The muse has gone<br />to the drugstore<br />complaining of an achestevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10728945613118543383noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20405853.post-604226120602908522007-10-30T07:11:00.000-05:002007-10-30T07:12:34.657-05:00Null valuesIn the table of life<br />some of the values are missing<br />which makes it interestingstevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10728945613118543383noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20405853.post-77956331839214788912007-10-15T22:25:00.000-05:002007-10-15T22:33:37.284-05:00What I Thought You SaidSurprising<br />to hear from you<br />what had just passed<br />through my thoughts<br />if thoughts can be<br />said to pass<br />through<br />but<br />then<br />greatminds<br />think, uh, like...<br /><br />I'd just add<br />that the cat<br />is trying very hard<br />to get the door open.stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10728945613118543383noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20405853.post-85126524865553144372007-10-13T04:08:00.000-05:002007-10-13T04:19:10.162-05:00A Jar of HopePermit me to rest a moment<br />Wheel-worn and oversocialized<br />seeking this site for sore eyes<br /><br />How many glasses of water<br />can an empty life hold<br />shattered beyond belief<br /><br />It was good, then<br />to find your name<br />todaystevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10728945613118543383noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20405853.post-63700191277556717842007-10-10T23:31:00.000-05:002007-10-10T23:46:29.456-05:00Where Have All the Plowers Gone?<div align="center">I was young<br />among plowed fields<br />and trapped gophers<br /><br />I wonder<br />who's catching them<br />now?</div>stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10728945613118543383noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20405853.post-85052247720048049362007-10-07T21:17:00.000-05:002007-10-07T21:39:02.834-05:00Riders on the Swarm<div align="center"><a href="http://www.doyourownpestcontrol.com/boxelder.htm">Box elder bugs</a><br />don't mean harm<br />just need a place<br /><br />they don't knock<br />they come right on in</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">any southern wall</div><div align="center">will do</div>stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10728945613118543383noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20405853.post-85127541007569855342007-10-05T23:06:00.000-05:002007-10-05T23:29:17.077-05:00I See You (ICU)The ache<br />of seeing you wounded<br />and lying there<br /><br />injured<br />helplessly dependent<br />surrounded by technological care<br /><br />when better<br />is not getting worse<br />it's a long timestevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10728945613118543383noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20405853.post-27466884352935789162007-09-02T16:38:00.000-05:002007-09-02T20:25:37.943-05:00Repair listscreen hole bug entry<br />antivirus reinstall<br />rock wall crumble cracksstevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10728945613118543383noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20405853.post-14063346682473099052007-08-26T22:53:00.000-05:002007-08-26T23:01:59.120-05:00OffResting between lines<br />odd lift over left eye squint<br />uncertain tuningstevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10728945613118543383noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20405853.post-50332921307824483932007-08-05T20:35:00.000-05:002007-08-05T21:16:55.047-05:00Evening Scene<div align="center"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DXDTlzo-l5A/RrZ_mN7sNyI/AAAAAAAAACI/B0VdEKa12MI/s1600-h/IMG_3460_1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095400322968074018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DXDTlzo-l5A/RrZ_mN7sNyI/AAAAAAAAACI/B0VdEKa12MI/s320/IMG_3460_1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DXDTlzo-l5A/RrZ-gt7sNxI/AAAAAAAAACA/0aLHSvM8gSk/s1600-h/IMG_3460.JPG"></a></div>Promise of permission<br />to ask and follow<br />stay with me awhile<br /><br />It may storm<br />in the night<br />that's alright<br /><br />Faded day<br />anchor here<br />among rose and blue<br /><br />Wistful whisper<br />of wavelet rocking<br />the boat</div>stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10728945613118543383noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20405853.post-67990124094194002242007-08-02T18:31:00.000-05:002007-08-02T19:46:09.161-05:00The BridgeDinner on the porch<br />text news to the young:<br />bridge just collapsed<br /><br />Soon, and again<br />calls from anywhere<br />"Are you OK?"<br /><br />Been across so many times<br />like so many others<br />some every day<br /><br />She missed it by minutes<br />we heard today<br />another OK<br /><br />We cannot know<br />how hard not to hear<br />that simple word.stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10728945613118543383noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20405853.post-75963079870156075562007-07-22T08:03:00.000-05:002007-07-22T08:25:00.892-05:00ResonanceDelocalized ambition<br />chaotic numberless trail<br />and pathway diffusion<br /><br />all at the speed of light<br /><br />much is granted, untaken<br />blind to velocity<br />and seeming ferocity<br /><br />figmentary science<br />piled in publications<br />rarely shown, rarely known<br /><br />stabilized notion<br />of stateless motion<br />paradox ocean<br /><br />I'll stop by<br />next time<br />here at x, y, zstevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10728945613118543383noreply@blogger.com