To My Friend:
My doltish love, I've tired of
your clishmaclavering,
your laxity for locution,
these faults, how they flounder!
You have ceased to be my cellar door.
So in confabulation
(though I know its flaking falseness)
I interchange you into
a better suited body:
a Bower Bird
bundling up beetles,
prudent pilings of petals,
after which, you would settle,
on the curve of a cusping branch
waiting for my gaze,
upon your uncanny care,
your figments
of immaculate images.
you'd be good at this.
Heydays
In my mug,
a fleece filter
of sour queries
dreg and drilling
jaded rigs
a hot rock eulogy
this Poem Piper's
molten buzz:
tumults lined
like upshot jelly
I lap up their songs
tilt in the pulp
emboss them on my tongue
in hopes their utterances
( be the bread and the knife
persimmon, precision.
fried by brightness )
rub off
on me
To My Friend:
My doltish love, I've tired of
your clishmaclavering,
your laxity for locution,
these faults, how they flounder!
You have ceased to be my cellar door.
So in confabulation
(though I know its flaking falseness)
I interchange you into
a better suited body:
a Bower Bird
bundling up beetles,
prudent pilings of petals,
after which, you would settle,
on the curve of a cusping branch
waiting for my gaze,
upon your uncanny care,
your figments
of immaculate images.
you'd be good at this.
Kudzu
You were better
than the woodpecker
and squirrels.
They were pests,
ignorant of my needs,
and offered me nothing.
You drove them out
and gave me pride.
Knowledge that
the crevices of my branches
were just as important
to you,
as they were to the rain drops
that needed a path
to slowly down on.
You eased me
with your thin
and snaking stems. It was
an unmistakable caress.
It seems you are
not the polite child
trying to make its way in life,
beaming, blinded
in awe of the sun.
There are not many things
like you, but of those
that are, I see them now.
You are a logger in disguise.
You are the pro
This is a song I love.
Spout and the Bean
-Joanna Newson
I slept all day
Awoke with distaste
And I railed
And I raved
That the difference between
The sprout and the bean
It is a golden ring
It is a twisted string
And you can ask the counsellor
And you can ask the king
And I'll say the same thing
And it's a funny thing
Should we go outside
Should we go outside
Should we break some bread
Are you interested
And as I said
I slept as though dead
Dreaming seamless dreams
Of lead
When you go away
I am big-boned and fey
In the dust of the day
In the dirt of the day
And Danger! Danger!
Drawing near them was a white coat
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I've been gone a long time! (2,993 deviations and 728 messages!)
Well, the first thing I want to say is that I apologize to those I watch since my comment activity has reached an all time low, and those who watch me since I have not been on deviant art in months! D-:
I will try to be more active and I hope everyone has been doing well. :D
The Tale of the Pied Piper
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YpWSdSyItJE
Hey Everyone! I just wanted to post a link to a video someone in my department at school made. She has been working on it over the past few weeks. (It's done now so that's why she put it up on youtube)
It's really fantastic. She has done such a beautiful job with her editing of the news footage she collected and of the animation. It leaves a very profound message. I just thought it would be nice if more people saw it :D It has some 'bad words' if anyone has a problem with that kind of thing. (I don't; but I'm just saying in case anyone would want to know...)
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