at overhead power lines—
please be careful there!
A bare muddy hill
against a movie-screen sky—morning after rain
Good-looking woman
surrounded by the results—kids traipsing to school
*
A laughing seagull
swoops through a still street at dawn—
sky like flaming foil
Clouds like giant leaves,
like cyclones crowding the sky—like continents!
As seen by Jack
Kerouac:
A pregnant woman
rolls a baby carriage pasta cemetery
*
Little girl in pink
crosses the street in the dark—off to school with mom
The slumbering line
of a dark-hilled horizonunder waking skies
Battling this aging
like a man shaking his fistat a booming sea
*
She sleeps with crashing
battalions in her head!Earphoned passenger
Gregory Corso, poet:
Once at summer camp
he kissed the moon glowing ina barrel of rain
Old age—I see first
leaves fall, then more fall, and thenthat’s all I see
*
Burst of orange sparks
flutters like glowing ashesfrom a turning train
Silver airplane glints
over solemn blots of clouds—
chilly morning sky
Washing before bed—
and already preparingtomorrow’s excuse!
*
A bark like a beep—
white puppy in a parked carcalling her keeper
Clouds of seagulls swarm
like…orphans from a beehive!Dazzling morning sun
Thanks for the red wine,
my friends who just visited—it tastes good alone
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