Poems from the Fire Escape

[scorpiomoon]

fire escape juncture
peering into the cross street
sunflower buses rumbling by
voices of passerbys float up
with tobacco smoke, cabbies
wearing orange hats, merge together
before turning in opposite directions

The electrician is now on duty
sign on pole says
an international universal
rumbling of the Gods
is
is now in session
tune in
tune into
the sound of your own heart, beating
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I'll send a folded abbreviation
of myself today
driving on canyon road
hillbilly
hollywood poet in the rain
Watch the mud slide
Listen
to branches snap in sequence
as boulders roll like enraged lovers
over you
this convertable top
may add to your dilemmas
now
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as images flash inward to become
whatever sorrow or joy you choose
to chase
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winter in the county consists of half vacant apple trees
& empty grapevines spreading small crosses in long rows
wild mustard pops up after the rains ease off
the flowers cast a shiny yellow spell upon the hillsides
wet in the early morning, rainbows are cast and scattered
in the open fields they shine upward
between the yellow of the sun and the opening flowers

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on rainy evenings I dream
the love I own
escapes from me
and I fall from grace

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Night with Children Redwoods and Guitars
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max. little blonde one whose father
plays guitar

I see love on strings, vibrating
breathing the tonal ecstacies
of small children, breaking
a pinatta blindfolded

the girl swings a broomhandle
with a crash and near miss
onto the table
max scores a direct hit & sends sweets flying
a mad grasping for possession follows
sends the youngest ones wailing
& screaming for more candy

[Leafstorm]

I enjoyed reading your poetry, scorpiomoon. The first stanza is especially nice with concrete sensual images - the sights, sounds, and smells really took me to a cityscape.
Leafstorm