Dog goD 8Hate
Dog goD 8Hate Poems
|84.||Sugar For Halloween||10/31/2007|
|87.||The Pristine Chapel||8/28/2014|
|88.||Their Enshrining Notions On 911....||9/12/2009|
|89.||They Are Too Vegas||12/20/2009|
|90.||This Silly Silly Rhyme||10/16/2007|
|91.||To Pittsburgh! ! !||12/13/2013|
|92.||Transmuted To A Desert's Dessert!||10/13/2007|
|93.||Vanishing New York||9/25/2010|
|94.||Vanishing New York 2||5/6/2011|
|97.||Wayward In Hayward||1/17/2009|
|98.||Wet Bugs And Fish||3/27/2011|
My Emily Dickson Encomium
SiR: the context is in the tone...
this train has that... a big... mEATy... ENGINE...
a 'fierce-throated beauty! ' and that can pull through
mordant trials, up tracks that contend sacred cast, and
with a string o' cars n' coaches, myriad in nature.
i like to see it lap the miles
and lick the valleys up
and stop to feed itself at tanks,
and then - prodigious - step
around a pile of mountains,
and supercilious peer
in shanties, by the sides of roads.
And then, a quarry pare
to fit its ribs
and crawl between
complaining all the ...
'hey? ' Hey, the plug of a nickel
wood (would) excell prosaic
moneys to extents beyond a
copper penny made of would too.
Tears without 'still love you' cry dry
Pheonix has kleenex
wipe your 'hey' away...wipe your eye!