Warren Falcon

(04/23/52 - xxxx / Spartanburg, South Carolina, USA)

Poems of Warren Falcon

81. Hog Which, Something, Is A Beginning - For Tom Gone Awandering, Somewhat Shakespherical 8/2/2010
82. How Do You Make the Gorilla Com on Pocket God? - A Found Poem 2/27/2011
83. How It Was I Came To Be What I Am 12/10/2009
84. Hymn To Black Mouse 6/4/2012
85. I Can't Close My Eyes, What Wings Also Are For 4/22/2013
86. I have some more thoughts about your dreams of late 11/8/2012
87. I Once, Your Other Darkness 12/17/2011
88. I, Twitter, Stutteringly Remember In Cyber Chases 7/13/2010
89. Immigrant Song - For Victor 8/15/2013
90. In Excelsis Deo - A Surrealist Carol For Madrigal Choir To Be Sung While Bathing 12/11/2010
91. In Excelsis Deo - A Surrealist Carol For Madrigal Choir To Be Sung While Bathing 2 12/26/2009
92. In Excelsis Deo - Variations Of A Surrealist Carol For Madrigal Choir To Be Sung While Bathing 12/14/2011
93. Instead of the Griffin Prize* All I Get is the Griffin** or What I Get for Reading Too Much Godd*mned Charles Bukowski - A Poem-in-Cheek 11/17/2012
94. Instead Of You Today One Black Mouse 1/7/2012
95. It Bears No Rhythm In It's Head - for Robin Blaser 6/3/2012
96. Jack Spicer Makes Me Weep This Morning 6/14/2012
97. Journey Haiku 9/25/2010
98. Kahlo 6/13/2014
99. Kahlo-Christ Conjunctions - Sacrificed Flesh, Broken Bread, Emmaus Vision 2/3/2011
100. Kairos - For Spicer Who 'told me not' 9/30/2012

Autumnal Math

The ground assumes its portent.
The good of the season remains in what is left behind.
It takes what lays down or is laid down upon it.
You'd think it a kind of king of accountants.
You'd sink down an addition of arithmetics,
heartbeats, breaths, footings found and lost,
all the unintended landings of a life.

You'd think it wouldn't stop.

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