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Saturday, July 08, 2023

Ride On!

 
—Poetry by Keith Snow, Harrisburg, PA
—Public Domain Photos Courtesy
of Joe Nolan, Stockton, CA



HONESTLY


Open books

can't read

themselves.

Communication

is a two-way

street car.

Truth should

not be run off

the tracks.

Ride on!

 

 


 

WINDOW

can refer to time
or opportunity
or portal out
of this place

where hipsters
aren't hip
except maybe
to other hipsters

like means much
less then it did
and there are
too many lines

too few words
that ring true
that endure

 

 


 

DREAM DATE

You were the captain
of a fishing boat, 
Lines and Hooks,
guiding your charters over
wrecks, bottom fishing or
you might have been a ship,
waiting for the tide to rise,
but I wake up.

The next night I dream
I am in the ocean on a vessel
it's cold, I try to warm by grabbing
live steam flowing through cast iron
pipes, the mate called heated handrails.

I see you, a blue fish,
then you are a shark,
you morph into a mermaid
swimming off into the moon light,
shimmering.

 

 


 

YOU MAY NOT HAVE SEEN MY TEXT BUT

We will soon
be out of
toilet paper

I just started
the last roll

your turn to
order groceries,
we need eggs
too

After “This Is Just To Say”
by William Carlos Williams

 

 


 


WHEN THIS IS OVER

I will continue to draw lines across all my sevens until the next pandemic and or apocalypse and not feel pretentious. If covid ends, I mean truly ends, I will seek out order and structure and rules and no longer write run-on sentences and start listing things to do, and then complete them, without anyone telling me. Maybe, i will wear a mask to warm my face or might don one to rob a bank, but never ever again wear a mask to go to the 7-11 to get corn chips, so i have change to catch the bus. After this ends I will try harder to determine what is real and what is important, to be more open to possibilities and to sing Carly Simon's “Clouds in my Coffee/You’re So Vain” out loud and not even care who it might have been about or who hears me sing.

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Today’s LittleNip:

Feather of the tree
Lies on the ground motionless
Wind gives it new life

—Keith Snow

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Welcome back to the Kitchen to Keith Snow this morning, and many thanks for his lively poetry, and for fine pix found by Joe Nolan.

NorCal events tonight include a Zoom event from Sac. Poetry Center with Australian Poet Neil Creighton and Virginia Poet John Guzlowski, plus Dyvacat at The Brickhouse in Sacramento, and Rhythm Resurrection: Comedy, Music and Spoken Word at Celebratory Arts in Sacramento. Click on Medusa's UPCOMING NORCAL EVENTS (http://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/p/wtf.html) for details about these and other future poetry events in the NorCal area—and keep an eye on this link and on the Kitchen for happenings that might pop up during the week.

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—Medusa

 








 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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