another corso poem |
Inside the wounded hands and feet
the fragments of earlier wounds (almost healed)
like black almonds crusted
are answer enough-
the nails went thru the man to God.
The crown of thorns (a superb...
Posted by amos oaks on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
last night i drove a car |
Last night I drove a car
not knowing how to drive
not owning a car
I drove and knocked down
people I loved
...went 120 through one town.
I stopped at Hedgeville
...
Posted by amos oaks on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
goodbye...farewell |
today was the fourth day i tasted death.
i sweated hard.
skin grey.
hollow eyed.
white knuckled.
stomach churning and the world slowly spinning away.
so i prayed.
and i prayed.
i swooned and h...
Posted by amos oaks on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
august's sticky thought |
"I think there was a sense in the bear's mind-one could hardly call it a picture-of endless green lands beyond the wall, and hives innumerable, and bees the size of sparrows, and waiting there, or els...
Posted by amos oaks on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
