Mistress Darrah

[TinSM]

First poem I ever wrote got published. Though I'd share this one. Funny, sent it out just once, to the New Yorker. It came back cut clean in half, by a paper cutter. A message, I'd say. First half is nails, second half, oh well. Pretty sure that was their point. (From pov of SF Bartender, which I've never been)

TEXT

For decades daily
her dark hose under swinging doors
became silk elbows on my hard oak
unfocused on my single throw of her favorite handle.

Then whisked away to Chicago
a commodities king
installing her there

Time
too many yesterdays
brought her back
where the bitter brass
of a new golden focus
flows dark stout all afternoon
as bow-tie’s eye takes in
crow’s feet framing saddening mug
a crinkled mouth
dousing sintered memories of
towered-glass love
and Harry
my boss
during Darrah’s third trip to the bathroom
winks box-seat wager
she’ll flip the switch
on my Mr. Coffee in the morning.

[TinSM]

I like this one - in a sense could explain why I like the simplicity of Advantage over the complexity of Explorer. Seriously. I like to use my md'ing time to daydream, to figure things out - kind of a background process. I don't like to think think when I'm doing hobbies. Jim Dandy recently sent me an e-mail, in response to a question I had asked him, in which he said the Advantage was truly a fun machine compared to many others he'd used. I new exactly what he was saying. It is fun, no work except the digging, and that's the part I dig about dirtfishing. The digging. The mindless digging.


Dragon-Dude

Perhaps one day you shall share
sear and lash
of dragon’s tongue that menaces

Perhaps this day you shall allow me to share
how we met
his harness and yoke
his favorite food
how much water he needs
how I ride him,
Drive him

Searing lashing
twisting looping
menacing moons
dreadful dreams
come mornings
over years
concentration keen
crazy timelessness
four in the morn comes nine dark
working
taming the dastardly demon
the bastard’s been with us some thirty
and eight years

Best friend forever now, though
that Dragon-dude
Goes fishing with me
unties the nasty knots
Don’t have to think think
Dragon-dude’s trained to do the pedestrian stuff now too

Ponder this:
panthers are punks:
pretty peepers peering leering,
pretending perniciousness
petty dream-ponies half your weight
specious spears
piercing sleep putatively

Dragons pooh pooh panthers


I really like him.

He is my favorite pet

He sleeps with me
Insists on pillow-sharing
Worst, he drools sometimes
Arranges my cheek on wet spot
But I don't mind
He's a fun little rascal.

Sometimes we wake
same time
middle of the night

laughing at things just did
saw
heard
said
fantastic places visited

Some nights we go everywhere together
places never seen
couldn't discover
without him

And when he shows me cool ways
to make some dough
Dragon dude dont make me share
Keep it all, he says

And to think
he used to make
make me shudder
sweat in darkness alone
Now, long old tongue curled on lip
concentrating like baseball pitcher deliverin’ nasty heat,
Dragon-dude unties knots for me
Claws close and twiddling
While I sleep, or daydream at the ocean

Imagine that

I think he needs glasses

[TinSM]

Here's one about Internet communications that I've never shared. I kinda like it. Just some fun here, folks.

Gossamer Village

in shared caves
then both home and village
around fires like town squares,
generations of jostling thumbs
bred this tool
spacing selves inward,
tribeless strangers
connect untouched,
warmed bit by bit
glowering cathodic fires
cold desiccants
isolated souls
howl together
alone and unheard
in Gossamer Village






Ó 1999 by Thomas Rendall

[Doug in SJ]

Congrats on getting published! Very nice work. I really liked the Gossamer Village piece.

[Ron (CA)]

Kinda makes me feel like a 1st grader trying to read Shakespeare!

Congrats on getting published!

HH

Ron (CA)