I don't need advice from a gardenThe timber-fenced yardI don't need advice from a garden by oddlyaromatic
overrun with weeds and ivy leaves
says you've lost your way,
you should be eating from trees like a giraffe -
you have the neck for it, it says.
But this year's memories
are shaping up a treat:
I get out of bed, dress myself,
undress myself and get back into bed,
occasionally omitting one of the four steps,
or doing the same thing twice.
Other things happen too,
but are not reinforced by repetition
and if this year was a day, it would contain
only these four steps
and your beautiful lips.
Good Evening, and Welcome to the Poetry ReadingSince you have all come to hear poems,Good Evening, and Welcome to the Poetry Reading by oddlyaromatic
when poems are freely available in book form,
I assume you are here
because for some reason or other you felt obliged,
or this kind of thing is the kind of thing you want to support,
or maybe it just feels good to be here. That's okay too.
I'm not sure why there are so few/many of you,
but—surely—it is the prevailing condition
of poetry in this area, and such a number
in such a place represents the deplorable/commendable
level of local investment in the arts and culture,
for which those responsible should be duly applauded/castigated.
I'm afraid you will be hearing six kinds of poetry this evening,
which is to say there will be slow poems, fast poems,
loud poems, quiet poems, poems about tea, and of course,
poems that we are not really sure are poems at all,
of which this is arguably the first. Emergency exits are available
in case the rhetoric is literally inflammatory.
Heckling is permitted whenever I hold up this sign,
but at other times, for y
The Book of WhooshThe Book of Whoosh by pachunka
retinally swooshing a consistently different electrapicture
to my mind
whenever I or my wake-up clock want them to.
simulating outdoor conditions on a 2D plane
on my bedroom wall.
under the control of nobody in particular,
looking for magic answers magic love.
table for twotable for two by sumalangitnawa
table for two please
by the back wall
close to the kitchen
we need an anchor
tell us the waiter's name
he serves dry merlot
in opaque wineglasses
i know you and no one else
the core is real, you've seen it
but our existence is in question
unsettled fluid mind
if you please
table for two, and an anchor too.
table for two
dec 31, 2001
GrowthGrowth by pachunka
And he took sadness in his hands,
cast it into the night sky.
Things became better.
Oh beautiful oneOh beautiful one by Swordexpert
Relax, oh beautiful one,
Release all pain and hate,
Dig deep inside your heart,
Feel free and let love take complete control.
Let go, oh beautiful one,
Free your mind of all troubles,
Throw away your guilt,
Start a new path once again.
Try, oh beautiful one,
To be honest with yourself,
Forget all of your regret,
Put the past behind you.
Please, oh beautiful one,
Learn from your mistakes,
Don't be afraid to fail,
Let your heart show you the way.
Let all your anger flee,
The wounds will heal eventually,
One more thing, oh beautiful one,
let me help you along the way.
|I write poetry, plays, and music. I've published, read, and had work performed in Ireland and the US. I now live in Atlanta, play the banjo, and work for a small folk music label. I don't know what to do with my DA account any more, except occasional outbursts.|