Robert Ronnow Poems
|201.||By The Seat Of The Soul's Pants||1/1/2015|
|207.||The Invention Of Zero||1/1/2015|
|208.||Oh Pilot Me||1/1/2015|
|210.||The Scientific Way To Do Mathematics||1/1/2015|
|211.||The Canopy And Economy||2/28/2015|
|213.||Stay Together. Learn The Flowers. Go Light.||12/31/2014|
|218.||To Have Loved Mary||3/8/2015|
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To Have Loved Mary
Today is Sunday and I'm going to the ocean
or maybe not. Definitely not doing the laundry
or maybe I will. Moss and even a small tree
grow in the rotten stubs of the pier pilings.
The city is Seattle and it has a macho airport.
Give me the comfort of a moose knowing its
water supply. The mosquito's acceptance of its position
among a million mosquitoes. The pool of stagnant
water that remains one with the mothering ocean.
I drift on the air, less than a seed, a bacteria.
Or I am human, big dick, big brain containing
universal philosophic affidavit. ...
New York City is where people who are
disappearing go. It is very quiet
here, silent. A man and woman
made love below me. I could hear
the bedsprings ringing and the
woman singing in sensual pain.
My thoughts sped up as they humped
faster. Everything is dead in my room
except me and my plants. If I keep