F W Finney

Rookie - 365 Points [Frank William Finney, Jr]

F W Finney Poems

1. Another Scraping Of The Spurs In A Sorry House 5/21/2013
2. House Lag 5/21/2013
3. Severine At Porter Station 5/21/2013
4. Cotswold Trails 5/22/2013
5. Sitting By The Window At Three A.M. 5/22/2013
6. And If 5/23/2013
7. The Rosebush 6/2/2013
8. Bandwagon 6/23/2013
9. Dawn At Lovers' Grove 6/23/2013
10. Patio Generals 6/24/2013
11. Gadgets 2/11/2014
12. Memory Of A Mojo Filter (For Bob Woodbury) 3/14/2014
13. Loon Lesson 5/17/2014
14. Goose Rocks Beach 6/2/2014
15. Gethsemane 6/13/2014
16. Interroview 6/29/2014
17. Dusk By Stony Brook 12/17/2014
18. Cynthia 4/7/2015
19. Invitations 4/16/2015
20. A Lesson On The Progress Of Poultry 8/3/2015
21. Omens 11/13/2015
22. The Young And The Sand 12/13/2015
23. Canthus Cantus 12/31/2015
24. Vamps 1/23/2016
25. Memento Mori 1/27/2016
26. Congregation 2/13/2016
27. Fine Arts For Predators (A Crash Course) 5/3/2016
28. A Gardener With A Helmet 6/2/2016
29. Points 6/2/2016
30. Bangkok Before The Rains 6/12/2016
31. Stopping By The Park Bar On A Sultry Evening 9/2/2016
32. Wash 9/23/2016
33. The Butler Is Dead 10/7/2016
34. A Surrealist's Dream Of A Cubist Umbrella 2/25/2018
35. The Night You Fell 5/22/2013
36. On A Rock By The Sea 5/21/2013
37. Adrift 5/22/2013
38. Pedicure 5/21/2013
39. The Mystery Of The Lakes 6/2/2013
40. Blues In G Major: Nobody's Nose 5/22/2013

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The Ropes

Three sailors trotted
Behind your mother in a two-wheeled lifeboat
Like determined rats through the catwalks
To the cages of the newborns
Where we held you captive
On your second day of breathing
In a Fin de siècle world

The first cord is already cut
And wires hang from your navel
As a reminder of ligature to come

For a while all
Will be an extension of your mother
But soon you'll descry
The colourful lures that hang from the mobile;
Feel the strings that tow the conscience;
Hear the sound of the wind through the ratlines
As you try to...

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The Night You Fell

On the night you fell
on the narrow steps
you found your seat in the boat, as usual,
while Papa woke the Evinrude
with two quick jolts
and off we went around the pond.

Your collarbone broken;
you held my hand

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