Let me go on the Rocks
– on the rocks by the riverside
too old, too old
too steep a hill to comb
no clout, no references
Stuck in the Valley
– the valley below
roaming around scattered icons
of trash by trash-west
no snout, for truffle picking
the thin birch
– standing tall amid the giants
cold and chipped
flat area brush mixing with marmots
get out, evil spirit
Let me go on the rocks
– on the rocks beside the shore
fold me up, throw me away
a blue paper napkin
flips about in the wind
…and sinks in the water
and is carried away downstream
© 2012 Rudolf Kurt Penner
this is a second version of a previous poem from long ago, at first, attempted to write from memory: failed. This is the revisitation.
October 1, 2014
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All Poems, madness | depression, down stream, downstream, hopeless, river, river side, riverside, valley |
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Black and white next to the door
It doesn’t matter anymore
The Night is Blue
And me and You
have seen so many things
that oranges could conceivably be compared to oranges
And the knitted hammock hanging in the wind
is compared, but not often, to a firmer bed
Things have gone wrong
– in my head
Black is white and white is black
and jazz-blue audio
is concentrating near the stereo
Tight and dry the washing holds
to the line across the yard
the Dark is Day
and she and he they will participate
and getting acquainted in the air
What’s fair and square
the melon never will trapeze
what collected carpet in the hallway floor
– rolled and set and full of dirt
like a jacuzzi after the stream
and greying rooms let their shadows in on all the secrets
away, away with you
–from carnival to carnival
© 2011
February 29, 2012
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jazz blue audio and washline
Black and white next to the door
It doesn’t matter anymore
The Night is Blue
And me and You
have seen so many things
that oranges could conceivably be compared to oranges
And the knitted hammock hanging in the wind
is compared, but not often, to a firmer bed
Things have gone wrong
– in my head
Black is white and white is black
and jazz-blue audio
is concentrating near the stereo
Tight and dry the washing holds
to the line across the yard
the Dark is Day
and she and he they will participate
and getting acquainted in the air
What’s fair and square
the melon never will trapeze
what collected carpet in the hallway floor
– rolled and set and full of dirt
like a jacuzzi after the stream
and greying rooms let their shadows in on all the secrets
away, away with you
–from carnival to carnival
© 2011
February 29, 2012 Posted by poemtree6 | All Poems, esoteric/unintelligible, love & relationships, madness, Not Fade Away, social commentary | Leave a comment