Post details: PONDSY SCHEME
09/19/07
PONDSY SCHEME

straw-hatted weed-chewer
in oily overalls,
pawn shop rifle across his lap,

must mother it like a hen,
nestle on it
til it can hatch . . .

comfy in an aluminum canoe
pole cast out to a murk
where cold fusion happens,

where tadpoles
were never so seemingly alive
teeming like thoughts,

swimming everywhere
like the prospects
of unlimited dollars.

. admin . 09/19/07 . 04:26:32 pm . Words . 173460 views .2 comments . Email

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Comment from: miel [Visitor] Email
This is one of your best poems yet! You should save this one for your book.
PermalinkPermalink 09/21/07 @ 10:07
Comment from: admin [Member] Email
Gracias, Miel. Voy hacer lo.

That's a very nice compliment. It's amazing what one can come up with between U-Street and Fort Totten, with a little grimy time on one's chubby fingers. :)
PermalinkPermalink 09/21/07 @ 10:22

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