Yesterday the scheduled murder
of the holy innocents of Gaza
surely all the children must be
taken innocent and holy
the way the land was once
gold hills who murdered you
who took you for granted
but for one poor palm tree
today after years of listening
to frustration and bitterness
in cold diplomatic hallways
gets to stand in my morning window
a sudden flight
of blessedness held still.
Hell, Peter, that’s just a great poem. Can I use it in my “political poetry” workshop this summer?
Certainly, my friend. Thanks. Happy New Year.
I CAN SPELL BUBBLES, & STUFF
stuff: so what is this stuff diggingup a past ignoring today’s own blood and lymph so is it roots
the response prescription of our resident president is to go shopping
what kind of shopping w/o coin is this kind of exploration i am doing
remember that old song: what kind of fool am i (from the musical in probably early 1960′s or earlier STOP THE WORLD I WANT TO GET OFF) anthony newley wrote and performed
so much drifts like the needles from the norfolk pine trees out front here in freedom west. our other trees are mostly olives, black olives. and we have hummingbirds. do you have hummingbirds?
happy new year. i’m slothfully hitting the keys as i am off work several days.
somebody might ask where is my mind and might answer for me in with the dishes and the washingup water. sometimes i feel all a rhetorical scream encapsulated in nonsequiter bubbles. (i love that i can spell bubbles)
Edward Mycue 30 December 2008
(for Naomi Can-do the little engine who puffs “I think I can I think I can”, 58)
BLOOD ENEMY
The enemy of my enemy
is my friend. The friend
of my enemy is my enemy.
The friend of my friend is
my friend (unless that
friend is a friend of the
friend of my enemy). The
feud of my family is
a breach in the friendship
of my blood. My blood is
my enemy? Is this the edge
of my world? How canine
is the tooth of my despair?
Where is a pulse for peace?
12/30/08 VALENTINE
Yesterday the scheduled murder
of the holy innocents of Gaza
surely all the children must be
taken innocent and holy
the way the land was once
gold hills who murdered you
who took you for granted
but for one poor palm tree
today after years of listening
to frustration and bitterness
in cold diplomatic hallways
gets to stand in my morning window
a sudden flight
of blessedness held still.
Hell, Peter, that’s just a great poem. Can I use it in my “political poetry” workshop this summer?
Certainly, my friend. Thanks. Happy New Year.
I CAN SPELL BUBBLES, & STUFF
stuff: so what is this stuff diggingup a past ignoring today’s own blood and lymph so is it roots
the response prescription of our resident president is to go shopping
what kind of shopping w/o coin is this kind of exploration i am doing
remember that old song: what kind of fool am i (from the musical in probably early 1960′s or earlier STOP THE WORLD I WANT TO GET OFF) anthony newley wrote and performed
so much drifts like the needles from the norfolk pine trees out front here in freedom west. our other trees are mostly olives, black olives. and we have hummingbirds. do you have hummingbirds?
happy new year. i’m slothfully hitting the keys as i am off work several days.
somebody might ask where is my mind and might answer for me in with the dishes and the washingup water. sometimes i feel all a rhetorical scream encapsulated in nonsequiter bubbles. (i love that i can spell bubbles)
Edward Mycue 30 December 2008
(for Naomi Can-do the little engine who puffs “I think I can I think I can”, 58)
BLOOD ENEMY
The enemy of my enemy
is my friend. The friend
of my enemy is my enemy.
The friend of my friend is
my friend (unless that
friend is a friend of the
friend of my enemy). The
feud of my family is
a breach in the friendship
of my blood. My blood is
my enemy? Is this the edge
of my world? How canine
is the tooth of my despair?
Where is a pulse for peace?
Edward Mycue