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Bleeding The Rocky Rive1
Bleeding The Rocky Rive1
Bleeding The Rocky Rive1
Poems by
Doug Paugh
a ginger-haired girl,
a curvy character who listens
to the meadow and urges
music from starry eyes
Arabic sounds of America
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The day tasted of cake,
dark orange autumn
a season of giving. Sweet.
a color inside flavor.
Now the laundry holds hands
and the leaves tumble, dry
the wind kisses clean
cars of the near-by symmetry
Death is an inflection
of the purest soon ago lives
live it. taste it.
Come it without detours
No matter where they lead your
past.
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The mouse is tiny
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The blues accompany us.
They fall into our souls and
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Its enough that clouds
are white combs untangling
the haloes of morning and
The Fields
Shingles from a once
sturdy farmhouse
filter rain where the earth
grows loose.
All that had plant and
harvest is now dead
and flat
til the trees
back by the brook give
the eyes a good climb.
Rats nest back in the left
help the snakes
survive. As long as there is
rodent, there is
kill. The deer
have no corn to eat
or hide in,
no wheat to bake
in the farmers bread
Free Concert
Kessler came in the mail today.
Free Concert in the halls
of my heart for years to come.
I know I dont miss alone,
but I wish we could speak.
I have new poems to read, a book
of my own on the way
some day soon,
I hope.
Retired the Grand
Concourse, all bent up
at corners.
Pages used as an old Jews breath.
I wont be the only misser, I know,
but I wish we could talk.
I have new songs to still him,
his own voice still in my head.
Songs and poems, poems and songs.
Damn! I sure do miss him a beer.
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Talons Of Plumefield
sod day.
tearing the goo
with a cane
tip isnt the way of it.
the blue
finch escaping the swoop
of a red tail,
clumped, clay dirt,
fills the six buckets
and six other buckets
besides. Someday,
the feather holders will rip
talon gardens of their own, bursting
in Plumefield
colors.
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At The Lake
Relationships dance the shore-line
As the waters hugging
Daughters
High Voltage
You just cant put your finger
on it
Foothills
Boils mankind hasnt had the chance
to lance yet.
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Prayer
For Jamie Willard
Guide me to the end my friend.
I need your hand in the after land.
Seek the love were looking for
And place me near the closing door.
green from
gut up.
cloud is more
cloud, more green.
rising leaves
the flesh, stays till eyes
stop.
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Song from Gone Caf
breezeless afternoons
sunless skies
caf crumbling
sweet green
to brown
rainless
starless songless
nights
liveless drives
or driveless lives
winterless wonderless
homes without
rooms limbs
without limbs
wars without whores
or bones without
bones
winless
wimless wombless
women
on drugs
in drag
dregs
drugs
dead eye
directionless infect
erectionless
club hand whack
attack heartthrob
failure breakers
of love
unlove makers
In No Asking
Down this shallow road of brooks,
cane tip stabs at the ground
with every few steps. Black vultures
flap toward a country sky, toward a fence
of iridescent reflections, toward an escape
of ignorant cripples, needling, fumbling, circling
with the taste of blood
from their transient catch.
The carcass of a squirrel, ripped
on the shoulder of the old roads edge,
the grass gutty from their lean kill,
the circumference of their moaning business all
flock back to a wrapped-snug embrace,
loosely pushing on without permission.
Without A Soul
The trees are so full.
When you look through
leave and branch
a million small daylights connect
you to tomorrow.
Wouldnt it be nice to
Dream the Arctic dream.
Without a soul
fluttering against the dry winds
in natures wisdom.
In Silence
The hammock is lonely
on the drives short stretch out,
pushing thrust and nest
against the cornfield like a chicks
last meal.
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After The Sun Falls
The music is steady and wet.
The nights coughing flickers, deep-heaved echoes
Inside a doctors bag. Drenching
Flashes of sky electricity
Jumping in grass-blades.
Outside patience is feasting on the dark, thin
Soggy.
Traffic Cones
For Chris
from a distance
look like orange dunce caps
the road wears for a blind community.
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Thirsting
Theres juice if you want some,
Or you can have a glass
Of radio.