Ed Skoog Poems

I rode my bike across the Argentine.
Marble arms raised for joy in the garden,
a slush of sculpture salvaged from wrecked ships
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Rust in seaside wood and land
rediscover soul more than name
while bog dismantle bark
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Each morning, I checked the radiator
to see what it had been singing
all night into the drip basin,
then pulled on my child-wardrobe
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babies are gigantic
they raze whole societies
crumble ways into dust
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That highway still fights north
its semis and sedans. Seasons flash.
I age. The dog ran because it was a fool
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This morning on the municipal fishing pier
the homeless are filming a movie on the stairs
called lunch, featuring dried fish. I only mention
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Hill of stubble in moonlight, the hog
bristles across the lawn,
eats whole bouquets, eats bouquets whole,
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Meanwhile I am preparing
a way to miss the exiting animal
grizzly bear whooping crane
the slow hesitant and administrative desert tortoise
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From inside the secondhand store I admire
twenty amber ashtrays in the window
lacquer slathered on wooden lamps
all hanging-on to sun made ashtray-amber
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The old man we pick up in Browning
coughs diesel and range
snow blocks us from fishing the reservoir
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