ron androla Poems

lou tullio is a small, translucent ghost
floating over gravel by train-tracks.
he looks like fdr in a wheelchair
boxed in a misty-like hologram,
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i'm typing this poem with cold fingers.
the past gas & electric bills are monsters
eating our food, quick as that,
lower the thermostat, don't turn on
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buddy
ebsen
jed
& the like of
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begin to count the moments from waking until
yr head blends within a black pillow, thousands
of scenes, as if one day is a splattered galaxy.
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charlie parker is blowing sweet
beauty thru our minds our eyebrows
round & touch into moons of short hair
2 more eyes tumors rip thru sky flesh centers
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cheryl rainbeaux smith
pounds lava bubbling drums
thru the foggy heads of joan
jett's ghoulishly lost ancestors
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there was a chicken
resonating over other yardbirds
that warbled like a long liquid corderoy clarinet
that rose from farm dirt with wings made of horse
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to decide well we can't
do everything meanwhile

torrential serendipity,
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marble
moon rolling around
earth
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in a tree-circled field
edged with wolves, walnut
trees, webs, nets of bugs,
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