Blast Famous Forth: A Still Life

She wanted a holo
phrase,
did Hope
Mirrlees 
100 Years Ago –

This year the 4th of July fizzles
like the silverfish on the floor
of the black and white cassock
closet in the church up the hill
through Hilltop Park in the dark
walk thru ocean arch morning.

This year, 2020, I recall and recall:

YELLOW
BANANA
SUNRISE

(or sunshine)

and the fish dash
as we rush
from the Sacristy
to the Service,
the altar pickled
in red, green, and blue.

Blast Famous 4th!

I thought you’d be

Quieter this year

and you were
thank you.

We can’t know how much or what we’ve forgotten,
and where we are certain we remember we might
be mistaken; thus the value of the still life which
fixes or remedies one of the problems of our time.

After all, I really don’t recall
if she said BANANA YELLOW SUNRISE
or YELLOW BANANA SUNRISE
or SUNRISE, or SUNSHINE.

What I remember is that I got one wrong.
So I was still in the game, so to say,
if you want to look on the bright side.

 

 

 

Summer Notes: 3 – The Morning Nap

Catnap back to wind-sun rush
kick in the eye fire-worked over
street cools quiet hush

Grace comes with natural light
patches of prayer breezes
in the hither and thither
of dry leaves palms up
elbows open
frazzled knees

and a calico cat in green
sky white bells crawls
over out
door cot jumps
through square
of rusted wire fence

Summer dawns
mind full of weeds
with long roots and
the body takes pleasure
in walking the mind
nowhere

 

Summer Notes: 2 – Fireworks

“Raise high” red & orange sun umbrellas
blow out the blue balloon ballroom
ceiling for the doff dance

“Pick up order here!
…olives, pepperochini!
pale ale from Hop House!”

Ten knuckle blues
cats breaking the rules
notes bent brittle thin cast iron

fat slides & tempting trombones Pop
go the contradictions contraindications
spinning bombos bouncing in the street.