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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=535673" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Still Life With Coffee Can, Father, River, Bell, Mouse, Lover Fled</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">[poet's note to the reader: <br>read the 'x's' as the word<br>'times' as in multiplication]</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>This</div><div style="margin:10px 0">just to<br>reintroduce some<br>levity</div><div style="margin:10px 0">for we (loves) <br>were many day-ed</div><div style="margin:10px 0">x merry</div><div style="margin:10px 0">we merrily played<br>harming no one, <br>not even the<br>mouse unmoved</div><div style="margin:10px 0">perhaps, watching<br>perhaps, still, <br>still, from beneath<br>the god you insisted<br>be excluded from<br>all our nakedness</div><div style="margin:10px 0">x 1 too many breaths</div><div style="margin:10px 0">exchanged, groped</div><div style="margin:10px 0">x many ropes all our</div><div style="margin:10px 0">wanting</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I stand behind<br>them the curtained<br>dancer entranced<br>entered into/<br>upon a mystery<br>how one could<br>be so, well, <br>swell, so<br>marvelous &<br>so cruel upon<br>one silver stem<br>hangs the metal<br>tin top jags<br>tears at<br>memory edge<br>opens facts</div><div style="margin:10px 0">now you, love<br>are new memory<br>hands emptier<br>sensitive finger-<br>tips filigreed<br>prints your<br>body hairs<br>sifted imprinted<br>touching softly<br>x all the x's<br>here accounted<br>for, listed, <br>besos as kisses<br>scribbles, notes, <br>letters, <br>no matter<br>the black or<br>blue tide</div><div style="margin:10px 0">of thee<br>O lover</div><div style="margin:10px 0">what<br>slips out<br>ebbs black<br>back into lapis</div><div style="margin:10px 0">lapses into what<br>self is</div><div style="margin:10px 0">uttered/poured, <br>scored trans-<br>parent upon<br>surfaces</div><div style="margin:10px 0">faces which are<br>even eyes which <br>now glaze with <br>love/loss</div><div style="margin:10px 0">beside the flue</div><div style="margin:10px 0">glaze upon the<br>pane</div><div style="margin:10px 0">black<br>mouse remains</div><div style="margin:10px 0">stays, <br>is many, <br>a multitude<br>of petals</div><div style="margin:10px 0">x 3</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the jasmine<br>unspurned<br>at last</div><div style="margin:10px 0">at last/least<br>O return<br>soft Junes<br>the lips of<br>which are<br>sometimes<br>pink, of<br>lavender<br>swollen, as if<br>to kiss</div><div style="margin:10px 0">x memory</div><div style="margin:10px 0">x 3</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the antinomies</div><div style="margin:10px 0">a string</div><div style="margin:10px 0">of pearls</div><div style="margin:10px 0">anemones</div><div style="margin:10px 0">& thee O lover</div><div style="margin:10px 0">bring all them</div><div style="margin:10px 0">back, so many, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">to me now</div><div style="margin:10px 0">memory</div><div style="margin:10px 0">torques</div><div style="margin:10px 0">into soft</div><div style="margin:10px 0">teas</div><div style="margin:10px 0">June</div><div style="margin:10px 0">steeps</div><div style="margin:10px 0">turns</div><div style="margin:10px 0">steaming</div><div style="margin:10px 0">said window</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(and torsos) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">said prints</div><div style="margin:10px 0">views obscured</div><div style="margin:10px 0">of nothing</div><div style="margin:10px 0">in particular</div><div style="margin:10px 0">or special, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">but</div><div style="margin:10px 0">troubles, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">troubles only</div><div style="margin:10px 0">of passing birds</div><div style="margin:10px 0">enamored-of</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(their lighter<br>bones) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">or</div><div style="margin:10px 0">are they</div><div style="margin:10px 0">cloud and shadow, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">merely the steep</div><div style="margin:10px 0">sun declining ashen</div><div style="margin:10px 0">into New Jersey? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">occluded</div><div style="margin:10px 0">silhouettes</div><div style="margin:10px 0">contra ils</div><div style="margin:10px 0">glyphs &</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Maxwell House sign</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Good To The Last Drop'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">familiar<br>cup for decades<br>tipped<br>tips &</div><div style="margin:10px 0">one</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(out-spilled) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">drop</div><div style="margin:10px 0">x 0 suspends</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O suspends trembling<br>reflected in the water<br>river made of the many</div><div style="margin:10px 0">countless drops</div><div style="margin:10px 0">x (again) infinity</div><div style="margin:10px 0">x (surprised) my<br>father there<br>(memento mori) <br>opening the<br>can all blue with<br>the same cup tilted<br>spilling that dark<br>brown dropp imprinted</div><div style="margin:10px 0">x (the</div><div style="margin:10px 0">dove, <br>to recall, <br>brown, shaped like<br>said drop, now<br>flown, or) <br>finally<br>spilled into water, <br>river currents<br>downward, to bottom<br>pulled sort/sift<br>my father always<br>complaining of grift, <br>a weather man by trade, <br>a cloud man once a <br>pilotWW2 drifting <br>often since enough <br>into sky</div><div style="margin:10px 0">he turns<br>the silver opener<br>butterflied<br>round and round</div><div style="margin:10px 0">with effort his<br>arthritic com-<br>plaints upon the<br>ridged silver top<br>of the can blue<br>with coffee<br>'course grind'<br>the better to drip<br>with within that<br>satisfying hiss<br>compacted air<br>hissing out<br>from compression<br>now released<br>the smell<br>then of coffee<br>fresh not yet<br>brewed in the<br>kitchen</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the twist of<br>the edge jagged<br>silver metal<br>carefully turned<br>with fingers to<br>break the remain-<br>ing stem of metal<br>holding the round<br>to the can entire<br>unsealed now try<br>without spilling<br>the grounds<br>out</div><div style="margin:10px 0">x at least 100 thousand</div><div style="margin:10px 0">to guess having no<br>acumen with numbers<br>and math but father's<br>over<br>there in the cup tilted<br>over<br>spilling into<br>o endlessly<br>it's seams, <br>it seems from <br>river bank<br>into memory <br>which is, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">already<br>over-said<br>overheard <br>redundantly<br>as river<br>and time, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">this one<br>now recalled<br>to mind, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">dad</div><div style="margin:10px 0">dad<br>the cloud drift<br>and the flows<br>the tides beside<br>the city</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(both sides) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">is as ancient<br>as it always was<br>& is</div><div style="margin:10px 0">as 'in the beginning<br>was darkness over deep<br>water & a word, ' <br>any word really <br>would do it, <br>form <br>something<br>out of deep, <br>of dark, <br>of water<br>which shapes <br>itself only <br>by outer<br>circumstance <br>in this case<br>a word<br>leading up to<br>this -</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Palisades cliffs<br>above bridge</div><div style="margin:10px 0">allude perhaps<br>to river at<br>city's start<br>up from water</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the silver bay<br>capped, remembering<br>centuries' frigates</div><div style="margin:10px 0">x countless</div><div style="margin:10px 0">ferries torn</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and Tories be-<br>tween seas<br>wars<br>vast to<br>the east</div><div style="margin:10px 0">x duplicating</div><div style="margin:10px 0">waves, stretches</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the narrows </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the necks with<br>rocks strewn, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the lonely buoyless<br>waves over depths</div><div style="margin:10px 0">their vespers<br>intone</div><div style="margin:10px 0">once was laughter<br>spent</div><div style="margin:10px 0">seeking out<br>between bodies</div><div style="margin:10px 0">continents<br>valleys eternally</div><div style="margin:10px 0">shifting eluding<br>rapture</div><div style="margin:10px 0">x 1 whisper<br> <br>contraction<br>of sentinel<br>bells against<br>each of each</div><div style="margin:10px 0">reaching</div><div style="margin:10px 0">x 2, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the clappers</div><div style="margin:10px 0">x 20,000</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(of bells<br>anatomy there<br>is much to<br>say<br>(of the<br>elements, <br>zinc, copper, <br>tin, & more<br>while not for-<br>getting brass<br>more commonly<br>used) <br>of infusion<br>into cuppolas</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the beating<br>the shaping<br>heat also to<br>be given account<br>amounts much into<br>bells conformed<br>gracefully out<br>in the end, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">but only<br>as metal, <br>sharp tongues<br>blunted can of<br>bells then speak</div><div style="margin:10px 0">tonally only</div><div style="margin:10px 0">overtones inviolate</div><div style="margin:10px 0">in violent swings<br>side to side the<br>hard knock shocks<br>into quakes into<br>belfry beyond<br>dance of iron<br>bronze overtaking<br>& annunciate <br>round of hammers) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">so many dawns</div><div style="margin:10px 0">x so many goings</div><div style="margin:10px 0">down of the sun</div><div style="margin:10px 0">x fortune the lips</div><div style="margin:10px 0">x myriad ones gone</div><div style="margin:10px 0">before of murmurers</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O lover</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>of thee</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I adore</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>in timbre</div><div style="margin:10px 0">thru the</div><div style="margin:10px 0">window rings</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(the bells) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the arms </div><div style="margin:10px 0">of which</div><div style="margin:10px 0">too</div><div style="margin:10px 0">wring out</div><div style="margin:10px 0">breath to</div><div style="margin:10px 0">breath</div><div style="margin:10px 0">x no more</div><div style="margin:10px 0">embraces</div><div style="margin:10px 0">into indolence</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>This</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(yet) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">again</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(late<br>offering) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">just to<br>reintroduce some<br>levity</div><div style="margin:10px 0">for we </div><div style="margin:10px 0">(loves) <br> <br>were many day-ed</div><div style="margin:10px 0">x merry we </div><div style="margin:10px 0">merrily played<br>harming no one, <br>not even the<br>mouse unmoved</div><div style="margin:10px 0">perhaps, watching<br>perhaps, still, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">still, from beneath<br>the god you insisted<br>be excluded from<br>all our nakedness</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Warren+Falcon">Warren Falcon</a><div class=q>
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just to
reintroduce some
levity

for we (loves) 
were many day-ed

x merry

we merrily played
harming no one, 
not even the
mouse unmoved

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