2.14.13

February 18, 2013 § 3 Comments

:

no

matter

what

I

fuck

up

the

daffodils

come

:

:

(for John Martone)

JOHN MARTONE ant ant ant ant ant six

January 14, 2012 § Leave a comment

A CHIP OF BLUE GLASS

:

:

:

:

potted

bamboo

:

tall

enough

now

:

to be

taken

:

at night

for

human

:

:

:

:

hoes

her patch

:

kneels

& speaks

:

seed

lings

:

:

:

:

thru trees

little

more

:

than

a shack

:

painted

white

:

a

dream

:

:

:

:

haven’t

for

gotten

:

where

to look

:

a few

square

inches

:

dutchman’s

breeches

:

:

:

:

thumb

size

piece

:

of

coral

:

a

long way

here

:

:

:

:

what

this ant

:

carries

off

:

glints

:

:

:

:

cabbage

white

takes

:

five

hundred

feet

:

to dis

appear

:

:

:

:

autumn

avo

:

cado

trees

:

lean

toward

:

the

window

:

:

:

:

hasn’t

opened

yet

:

sun

flower

:

al

ready

turns

:

:

:

:

half

bottle

blue

:

dish

liquid

:

on

window

sill

:

above

alley

:

:

:

:

rain

water

:

in

a can

:

within

an

other

:

:

:

:

past

green

thicket

:

woman

in

:

white

pa

jamas

:

hangs

her wash

:

:

:

:

fall

asters

:

all

around

half

:

a

cinder

block

:

:

:

:

my street’s

all

aglint

:

from

a chip

:

of blue

glass

:

out of

nowhere

:

:

:

:

back

doorway’s

:

spider

webs

empty

:

wine

bottles

&

:

a

builder’s

level

:

:

:

:

one

step

back

:

&

grass

:

un

bends

:

stem

by stem

:

:

:

:

store

front

:

all

that’s left

:

glass vase

some

:

white

orchids

:

:

:

:

a

long

ago

:

baby

food

jar

:

for

bamboo

cuttings

:

:

:

:

JOHN MARTONE ant ant ant ant ant eight

October 4, 2011 § Leave a comment

Longer Arms After Picking Tomatoes

:

:

in that blue shirt

fallen scarecrow

could be me

:

some pebbles

& some knotted cord

to show for these days

:

rained on

just like

white pines

:

snail shell left

a thumbprint

in mud

:

snow brought

a lot

of light

:

his room

a shoebox

diorama

:

in time

you’ll fit in

snail shell

:

there’s no one else

to gather

these walnuts

:

footbridge

where there’s

no one

:

white roses

falling

apart

:

the white rosebush

doesn’t

need me

:

in pine shade

my front steps

collapsing

:

cucumbers

climbing

sunflowers

:

chicken wire

encircling pink

lady’s slippers

:

door frame

fallen

in mint

:

sparrow

watching me

drink

:

watering pines

brings robins

& wasps

:

gourd vine

sharing this line

with laundry

:

every starling

in that tree

faces west

:

seed packet’s

lunar white

inside

:

my face

towel’s

frayed

:

my neighbor’s

two chimneys

don’t fall

:

green shack

sinking into

weeds

:

longer arms

after picking

tomatoes

:

every seed

in seed packet’s

fold

:

all this time

carrots’ve been

hiding

:

a stranger

where garden’s

overgrown

:

suddenly

he sees it’s

a slum

:

come home

to 3 fireflies

at my door

:

tomato bush

tall enough

to hide me

:

:

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