#1669 - on the occasion of Bugs Bunny’s 80th birthday

 

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on the occasion of Bugs Bunny’s 80^th birthday

down a rabbit hole

parable for our times

 

I’ll never mix radish juice and carrot juice again

                               – Bugs

 

 

rabbit? duck?

whose season is it?

 

little lippie, senorita

he barbers the Elmer salad head

 

it’s ‘kill the wabbit’, with Valkyries

but the wabbit lives

 

leads us from wilderness

   to laughs

 

needs simple for ubiquity

 

wants boxed carrotwater

 

open Sarsaparilla, Saskatchewan

in Ali Baba’s cave, nor Pismo

wrong turn by Albuquerque

 

greed will not undo our flaneur

 

leads Martians up endless stairs to drop

 

arm wrestles with Yosemite

a mockery of guntote

 

a thwart for the unthinking

 

tangle of ears at times

 

the rabbit turned into a stick of dynamite

 

a frolic against mortal peril

turning the home inside out upside down

 

ever calm except in the case of

Cecil the Speed Demon turtle

 

if you can’t beat em

blast em

 

rabbit is a perfect victim

 

abracadabra and hocus pocus

it wasn’t the rabbit at all

 

no wonder I’m so sleepy

 

snaps baton in favour of a paw

to whom the whole orchestra bows

 

uncollars a tenor

turns him blue and purple, green

 

all by gesture

what’s up doc?

 

the concert hall collapses

 

and just while Marvin blocks his ears

 

some banjo notes to finish

 

this rabbit saves the world

 

up against raw anger

laughter always wins

#1668 - from nowhere

 

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5.207

26.vii.24

from nowhere

 

worry awake

lie still

 

out of the shadows or bright

more weather

 

finding light

as to occasion

 

the foot in the mouth

the frying pan fire

clock on its lonely road

round

 

a next day

and the one before

 

wings, the other car

it so seems

 

by bliss

a truth ache

the up-telling

nowhere prayer

 

forever ending

some sigh last

 

say sure and certain knowledge

 

undoing

 

the pill kicks in

 

words must put down

 

out of nowhere

and that’s where we go

 

you just have to join the dots

#1667 - two poems - the writing runs together, will I?

 

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5.206

25.vii.24

two poems

 

 

the writing runs together

 

these are the adventures in time

 

under the day’s skin

a bird

 

in my midst

a sky

 

 

 

 

will I?

 

will I be the ghost here traded from time

whom the world heals over, past?

 

spun from the cycle to hang out to dry

 

I know

the death of this much made me

 

it’s winter where the bones are

nor as we live and breathe

 

 

 

#1666 - interactive

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5.205

24.vii.24

interactive

sleep to dream

 

the weatherman droops to slur

                    yawn stifled

                   is stalling

                is falling asleep

 

I try a stiff breeze

say cicada loud

tell tornado

I must remind the dew

 

we’re gone

 

birds are walking on the roof already

it’s that time

 

as if it were all the same old weather

when records are being set, broken

 

great spiders tell

 

a chocolate whizz with drowsing

wool over

pants down

drizzle

 

the map is bent

 

now it’s the money

for sport, the wings off flies

 

main bulletin is porn

 

and now we cross to a hospice

to watch the people die

 

it’s real time

you saw it here

 

odd socks on the flagpole show

 

we the people

 

and otherworld it

gather sticks

 

some inflammation

then a branch comes down

 

feel in the dark for a fire

this is the way we dream up a day

 

they’re asking for a poem now

calling it

I’m saying ‘that’s a wrap’

I’m saying ‘here it is’