May 1, 2016

why are the bigfoot considered Nephilim




'untitled', 1964 by Ralph Eugene Meatyard © 


this poem said 
God thought best 
they be lone pears 
left to spoil 
in a bowl 

with brushwork
sensation seeking 
ham fist-ed  
imagery 
I stood 
in a doorway 
mirror worn  
working 
thirty years 
of desperation 
into words 
disguised as 
hopeful thinking 

this has been 
a slow painted 
dis stilled life 
a seeping muddied 
almost blank canvas 
that asks the observer :
when did this wine turn 
black and white ...

it says 
pick a color 
to lens 
this sight 
and any seem 
ready to exit 
or fight 
the frame 

a mason jar is 
just off stage left 
waiting with lid 
to catch my last breath
as I take my leave here 
with not much else 
with no horse 
nor carriage 
nor contract 
of marriage broken 
but I am out of shape 
breathless and 
bending my feelings  
into possessions 
for empty pockets 
and these notebooks 
full of bad poems 


EJR © 

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    1. Well you are kind in saying so ...

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    2. I feel compelled to write them and I never think any very good so it is nice to hear otherwise from outside my own head ...

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    4. nah, not to my liking, no ma'am ...but occasionally I must admit I do feel rapturous when speaking the poem and some rhythm inside the words seeks and finds me to be a dance partner ...

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