We think the poet, MR, had just come in some time when nobody was looking an just left it on the counter, because he was tired of being bugged about working so slow.
Still, though, he's not even out of January yet on his little poetry project. Lame.
Songs for Poems of the Day
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2013-0114
Song:
Slaid
Cleaves
Broke Down
Poem:
Windowsill,
half-cracked open, and outside:the big’ol 18 wheelers
rolling,
rolling by, criss-crossing all of America, interconnecting at
this focal
point: a motel room with a broken AC and a bed of crumpled sheets.
2013-0115
Marisa Monte
Ensaboa
Poem:
a touch of
mold on the bottom of the shower curtain
froth-tinged
water flows through the cracks in the tile to the drain,
a hand, not
her own, smooths a bar of soap down her infinite valley.
2013-0116
Ray Charles
I Got a
Woman
Poem:
A plaid
apron, now tossed against the corner of the kitchen,
the screen
door latch hooked neatly inside the circulet,
Potatoes
left boiling in the forgotten cooking pot.
2013-0117
Song:
Gordon
Lightfoot
Carefree
Highway
Poem:
She opens
her eyes but the laundry is still there, stillwarm and
lumped in
clumps and heaps upon the table,
She looks
out the window, watches as the trees scatter their shadows across the lawn.
2013-0117
Zero 7
Give It Away
Poem:
night.
Rainslicked
streets.
Lights from
dim houses like moonlight sprinkled through treeleaves.
2013-0118
Song:
Miram Makeba
Unhome
Poem:
anathema is
a word that you would never use
to describe
the snippets of your dreams, or
All the hope
that spills out the sides of your fisted ruins
2013-0118
Song:
Bob Dylan
Shooting
Star
Poem:
Ages and
ages ago, we used to dance barefoot through fourths of July
with
sparklers in our hands and older brothers shooting each other with
roman
candles as the laughter of our parents fades into the distance.
2013-0119
Song:
Al di Meola
Perpetual
Emotion
Poem:
plucked
strings in harmonious intercession, vibrations at 90-degree
arc,
circumlocuted and cross-hatched, concentric and convexed;
you can see
images of all peoples of the earth in each tapped note.
2013-0120
Song:
Darol Anger
and the American Fiddle Ensemble
Andre de
Sabato Nuovo
Poem:
Autumn in
New England, driving upstate New York
the trees
explode in their last annual glory, spilling
all their
colors across the glass of your passenger window
2013-0121
Song:
U2
MLK/Beat on
the Brat
Poem:
Ripped up
vans on the streets of new york
boots on the
wet streets of Dublin
fists once
were raised in the air, against
the backdrop
of sootwhite smoke belched from factories,
hideous and
hated when they still fumed,
and achingly
missed when finally stilled.
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