Quartermaster

Corner store,
Hole in the wall,
loaded for every need

A story of Storyville and how its
done down in the Big Easy
Inspectors and the men in blue
On the make, on the take
Look the other way for a stake

Brash and bare
owner and soapbox,
Ready audience –
Transplanted northerner,
interested transient

Bag of cold crawdads
Spicy and fresh
Twist and eat, such fingers
Carcasses in the drum by my feet
Drinking in the yarn
Of the storyteller.


10/1/04 22:50

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Aurora

Below the dome of the stars
in the February sky
Pull over to the shoulder
Visible breath

Dancing lights, flickering stars
sway to the images
Stored on rods and cones
Turquoise and ruby red grapefruit
Pale canary and pure blue

Froze me for a while
Separated from my journey
By the light show,
the echo of the solar flares

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Claremont to Durham,
regular drive, autopilot
Rtes 103, 114, 9, 89, 4
Exit 5, New England College down the road
Aurora Borealis that night
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The Pumpkin is Calling

The coachman’s at the door
Checking his watch
He knows the score,
The sequence, the deadline

Down the road
Heeding the call,
the end of the magic
Door closing too soon
As night, PM
Crosses to ‘Morn

Sitter watching TV
and the clock
Meter running
Another hour, a few more dollars
Before the gong
When the coach
Reverts to reality


10/1/04 23:40


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Celestial Squid

Off in the distance
Rising heavenward before me
as I draw toward home,
late this September afternoon

White lines in the sky
Hanging like aquatic arms
Below the glinting
silver belly of the beast

Elongating in my vision
as I stick my head out the window
at the stop light, joining the other gawkers

Aerial tendrils,
Vapor and vacuous ephemera
Lost in the jet stream
Like morning steam above the pond
or faces in a cloud


10/1/04 21:15

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Rave

Heads snap at the Yankee white boy
Anachronistic and jarring
Tie dyed top hat
Garish and loud
Quilted and heavy

Little Shop of Fantasy
Decatur Street, Nuh Orlins
Where Dr. John got his voodoo sticks
For an Arkansas President and bad boy

A little grie-grie for me
To strut and stagger on the street
the Fairgrounds
Change of attitude or perspective
Ready to join a Krewe, a parade,
or jazz funeral procession
on Bourbon
Down in the Quarter


10/1/04 22:15

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Water or Dust

Two tales of the same story
of where it all began
Why it is as it is

Creation, the start of something
Liquid chaos or dust on dry land

Making sense of the void
and our place in it.

Gen 1 v. Gen 2

10/1/04 21:30

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