Tuesday, May 31, 2005

i already miss spring /

okay so the big mistake
coming home from my "retreat"
before i finished this most recent edit

fuck fuck fuck

i have too much stuff to do at home
the yard calls

the yard calls


the yard calls







& the manuscript starts to gather dust again

wish i could just get this bitch out of the way






ahem













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so / i write to relax
i smoke to relax
i write to relax
i smoke more to relax





you know/ its not even getting me high anymore
i've reached the saturation point / i can't believe it happened




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enter : the void


it's not even getting you high any more

what do you mean by that???












& i found the very question i should be asking my self





but i can't remember what it was













see / i hate the way time moves so fast
it's a theme / chasing death / watching my children
grow / up & away / from this mother nest /

this is what really makes me sad

& i wish there were no photographs to remind
me




& you know / one day i look out & i realize
the trees are full of leaves again
& elephant mountain is dry of snow
green finally reaches the peak

i think i'm in love with leaf trees
& the way sap runs like blood




oh but the soft pine of needle fresh lee grown
when i was a child / i plucked the pale green needle buds
of pine & cedar / rubbed it between my fingers & inhaled the scent
of spring forest / ah freshest smell of all


& i think of late autumn when needles fall brown
thick & slippery on the forest floor / how it glows orange
against the ancient moss growing there


but that is a long way away / now turn
toward summer / spring fades in to rapid growth
in the garden


this weeks highlights / /

i love flowers /


palest yellow iris

lavendar coloured creeping phlox
draped this way & that way

& columbine / with the fairest frill of all




& the garden bursts over over
each flower a date on the calendar

remember me / i bloom the second week of may
miss me ? well come back next year / i'll be here again
& i wait / i already miss the lilacs







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1 comment:

amanda m. said...

i had yellow irises come up this year. from above, they look like popcorn.
thanks for coming over to the Dead Blog. i see that you appreciate my humor.


love this poem, finchy.