Last Poet Standing

April 30, 2008

Like Dead Trout will be my last poetry post. These next two weeks will be hectic and frankly doing 30 plus poems in as many days has left me somewhat bored. I will not shut this blog down yet as I might try something new or come back and post a few. Thanks for commenting.

Like Dead Trout

April 30, 2008

when it rains
trash floats
from upstream
belly up
like dead trout

I am a streetcorner
brautigan in berkley
& haight handing
out poetry
for free

a big brass band
in Bolinas
I will leave
my key
on the desk
beside a wine-stained
copy of Zen Concrete

checking out
of this
beat motel
without a word
to my name

The Last American Sentence #14

April 30, 2008

Sometimes I am Brautigan at Bolinas without a word to my name.

For a Moment

April 29, 2008

head propped up
stretched out
on summer grass
I watch a gentle wave
of ancient chinese
practice tai chi
in golden gate park

they wave hands in clouds
disguise family secrets
in soft-slow movements

next to me
a young family
flies a red dragon
on a bay breeze
dips and rises
against the blue

for a moment
I close my eyes
to the sun
& dream about
nothing in particular

American Sentence #13

April 29, 2008

Ancient Chinese move like a slow motion ribbon–grasping sparrow’s tail.

American Sentence #12

April 28, 2008

30 poems in 30 days has sucked my word bank dry–strained and drained.

Skimming Vegas

April 28, 2008

out the window
of the Riviera
while we slept
the Stardust fell
to March

in a neon
of dust
and mirrors
it was like
an old
leaving town