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Dogslandia Sonnet #121

Nothing’s more Christian than the devil’s shirt
Dancing in the moonlight like fools after candy
Mocking the devils that fume and stamp as dandies
Laughing away the fear and the dark, and what’s worse
To the devil: We take all his toys, thrash them about
Cheap plastic nonsense that’s abandoned to discounts
Beggar children earn better than devils; steal the horse
of the devil: tell stories fear and temptations, teach young
that evil is a posture, and can be taken off like a mask
And when the costume is empty, it has no power, no tongue
It only moves when people fill it, no devils exist, don’t ask
for their black books, and when the devil is hung,
It was the man beneath the mask that did the tasks
Fear men, fear not the devils: Hell is a Christian song.


Posted By Blogger to Dogslandia at 10/31/2016 04:06:00 PM

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Dogslandia Sonnet #120

We say we want the truth, but we also say that history is written by the victors
And I know I’m not alone in a little gloss sewn
into the edges of my tellings. So, to lectors
At the podium, what’s the memory we speak?
Do we aim for unvarnished truth, glazing eyes
of undergraduates, and all strained, stern, bleak
The story without a destiny, without a prize
Just molecules smashing painfully against the walls
And memory is only what happened, how nothing rises
no path converges long, or do we speak a little tall
About the things we think the ancestors advise us
About the way to walk the tale we’re meant to keep
Call back, again to myths that whisper in our sleep?


Posted By Blogger to Dogslandia at 10/30/2016 05:05:00 PM

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Dogslandia Sonnet #119

To live at all we must become the brave,
We have to overcome the shame at nakedness
And let the doctors see beyond the skins
To keep our teeth, we face the drills and lathes
Expand our jaw beyond the point of pain
Let all our secrets lie exposed before the truth
That’s carried in our blood and bones and tooth
Of how we live our daily bread and little stains
All that builds into erosion of the organ meats
All that scrapes upon the cartilage and bone
To live pain free, we must feel pain, defeat
We must close our eyes and gather all stones
Gather all the ghosts before us who walked in streets
Paved in pain by survivors. For them, be brave, alone


Posted By Blogger to Dogslandia at 10/29/2016 03:16:00 PM

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Dogslandia Sonnet #118

Sleep, if you can, sleep more, if you can Sleep as if no one is watching over you
Waiting for you to finish all you need to do
Waiting, tapping feet, watching clockhands
Sleep, if you can, when no one is looking
Hiding in dark closets, bathroom stalls
Try not to snore, it will give you away
And draw unwanted attention to the resting
While you are trying to sneak the siren’s call
Sleep when someone else is driving the car
Sleep on buses, sleep on benches, wherever fall
is wherever found a little rest. The devils come and mar
the rest with all the thousand little cuts of fearful
half-memories, tiny pinching fingers, whisper howls


Posted By Blogger to Dogslandia at 10/28/2016 12:39:00 PM

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Dogslandia Sonnet #117

The painting of the glaciers and icebergs, impressive in their size, by Frederick Church
Who burned coal to the arctic, saw the watery lurch
of all the frozen, filthy castles, dramaturge
naturalists will exclaim the glory in prose
to preserve what we lost when soon this painting
will recall a time when glaciers hanging
above the slopes of Alaska smothered all roads
A mystery to the young, all that accumulated ice;
The species that lived there in a frozen desert,
The people that died to find the cap of all nights.

Wilderness, remember how to live in this part
When the ghosts of polar bears swim and fight
among drowned castles, without stories, without art


Posted By Blogger to Dogslandia at 10/27/2016 09:28:00 AM

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Sonnet #116

When the first fruits come on our perennial trees

The ones we planted years ago, watered, fed,
The ones we researched, cultivated, as well-bred,
When the first fruits come, there’s only three
We see them green upon the branches, small
One will be thinned, so that one is gone
It will make the other two larger when done
Two will be eaten by the caterpillars and fall
A rotten mess upon the root, too late we saw
Too late to save. The third and final we absolve
of all sins, pour hope upon the roots and draw
the birds away with seed across the yard, revolve
around her daily, observe the color, feel the weight
We’ll pick her unripe, overeager, and curse this fate

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Sonnet #115

Imagine if we could reset to a point in life

We could go back and try again to build
the future we desire before we die, keep the wife
we lost, try the careers we wanted, climb new hills
then go back again. I think at first we’d see
The opportunity as a selfish one, a reset
To redo the places where we could not be
what we wanted, eventually we’d get it:
Which children from which line get to exist?
Which people did we help, and who’s love burned?
And when we reset whose kiss will be the last kiss?
Eventually, we’d see the reset as a violence, a cosmic spurn
We could go back and climb again with younger bones
but the world we love can’t stand on faithless stones

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Sonnet #114

I live in a Hispanic district in a blue city
in a traditionally red state. Early voting
began today. 93 degrees, everyone sweaty
Lines long, long, volunteers doting
on the mysterious absence of enough
check-in computers, all these empty machines
not enough computers. It was rough,
but nothing, really, just a long hot line
Like an amusement park roller-coaster,
No guns, no dogs, no hucksters shouting rhymes
Just everyone politely complaining together
(Which is the Great American Pastime)
The revolution has come, we’re fighting the power
Stick a thumb in the pain, just by standing some hours

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Sonnet #113

What has three hands, a face, and a pulse
And power over lives as if a God, but nothing
resembling a heart, nothing resembling
A soul, a sense of decency, a power that’s false?

What never looks back, never feels bad
for what has happened before, just pushing
onward, always pushing, forgetting
all that came before, never happy, never sad?

Study it all you like and see what comes of it
The mystery lies in how we fail to mend
The truth of ourselves into a single daylight
To balance what we really need against the end
The clockwork lie that we must push and fight
Against the ticking, ticking; Just accept, ascend.

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Sonnet #112

I guess I should write a poem, now
I have a moment in between chores
All morning, I was in the garden, mow
the lawn and prune back, mop the floor
There were dishes, bathrooms, dirty clothes
All the things that let us know we are alive
Is found in the mess we leave in piles and rows
Trailed like breadcrumbs in our wake, we strive
To keep the mess picked up, we make lists and throw
ourselves upon the list, we never quite arrive
At perfection, always one more thing, sisyphian stones
Built up and up we climb, and exhausted, write a poem

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