tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66768741929029135642024-02-20T16:45:09.477-08:00greycitygreycityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16766107881313145278noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676874192902913564.post-33974378770576689702013-05-26T10:37:00.000-07:002013-05-26T10:37:22.169-07:00A bad poem from last month<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The sidewalk is yellow with pollen<br />
sullenly glowing<br />
under the lowering sky.<br />
His allergies were bad this week.</div>
greycityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16766107881313145278noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676874192902913564.post-37557731732101824432013-04-09T21:36:00.004-07:002013-04-09T21:51:50.503-07:00On spotting an unused tampon in the street<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">while walking the dog on the first warm day of spring,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">one that is the same brand that i use, but not the same size,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">at least not a size that i have used for many years now,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">i still think, is this mine, did i drop it, should i pick it up.</span></div>
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greycityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16766107881313145278noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676874192902913564.post-23563630816405665562010-06-30T16:32:00.001-07:002013-04-09T21:51:39.898-07:00Poem<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">i am afraid to pick the flowers</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">that grow on the side of the footpath</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">in this strange country.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">even when they have such a fragrance,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">such a fragrance that you can smell them before you see them,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">and sometimes you don't even see them,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">still i am afraid to just pluck one,</span></div>
<div style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">to just break off the stem at the node,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">with the longish nails of my thumb and index finger, like a pincer.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">instead, i rub my thumb into the very heart of that little white flower, </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">so that i can enjoy the scent for a little longer,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">at least until i reach home.</span></div>
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greycityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16766107881313145278noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676874192902913564.post-33937608180678692682009-06-25T19:58:00.000-07:002009-06-25T20:11:19.724-07:00Strip now.Flay now. Do not cry out, or whimper. Be still, be dull. Let them forget about you. Let them leave you. No, no, it is you who must leave. Forget your grace and forget your awkwardness. Forget how, in waiting rooms, you cover the lower half of your face with your clumsy hand, so that no one will see your clumsy mouth. Forget how this reminds you of your mother, and how much you hate it. Forget your mother, and your father. Forget the city in which you were born.greycityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16766107881313145278noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676874192902913564.post-24069878581010578232009-05-29T08:47:00.000-07:002009-05-29T08:59:01.104-07:00TobyI had a long walk with Toby today, as long as the ones we used to have when i had first got him, and was conscientious about such things. Toby is a peculiar dog, that is, I find him peculiar. Which is not saying much, I have not known any dogs before him. I think he is peculiar because he is not interested in anything other than food, and walks, and maybe being pet. If you throw a stick, he will sit there looking at you with patient expectation. He sees no point in running after things that don't smell like food. And on our walks together, he is constantly sniffing for food. Today I had to extract from his mouth the rotting half of some furry animal that he had found in a bush. Earlier, I was sympathetic, I thought to myself, 'The poor thing, he had to scavenge for food when he was a stray, he can't help himself.' These days I just find it annoying, I joke, somewhat maliciously, that he should have been called a black-and-tan foodhound. Perhaps I am being unjust to him. He does care about one other thing after all, he is very attached to his humans, and I suppose I can call this a noble feeling.greycityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16766107881313145278noreply@blogger.com0