ANYTHING BUT NOTHING
(#6 from 10 Poems About The
Weather)
Skeleton with I Ching hexagram ribs
I’ve been thinking of telling you
something
but I can’t tell the difference
between you
& me in this dream
Where was the last place we
put down for some glasses of
wine & ended up with
prescriptions from
self-made thieves?
I thought there were no trees left
but looking north changed all that
isn’t there enough hallucination in
the way things are without dreams
gone bonkers at the hands of
god don’t say it
I’ll fuck your brains out blondie if
I
don’t strangle you first for being an
idiot
and that’s the chorus here
a fat guitarist is putting
something down
no one can ever have forgotten and
what the devil’s he worth?
it’s only art
but wait a minute
wait a minute
alright no foul language standing on
your
asses doing yoga & tai chi thinking
the TV’s telling me watch out for
mosquitoes
I’m wandering under the sky
knowing how happy I was all those
years ago when I didn’t know I was
happy at all
with those dreams of nothing but
nothing and
nothing but
nothing
now
© David Minton
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LOST SOULS
(#2 from 10 Poems About The
Weather)
winter hag
bedeviled
watch her
she's on the verge
me I'm
never happy anyway
but some deep
unfathomable love for
life & Spirit
makes your curses
glance off harmlessly
as the two of
us park on the loveseat
gazing out through
gray windows
at the cold water
crossing our
togetherness
blessed with a bottle
of knives
for steak and holy bread
opting instead to
take to covers till Sunday
lighting a candle first
though it's daylight
© David Minton
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TODAY SHE SAID
(#1 from 10 POEMS ABOUT THE WEATHER)
Today she said
This place has magic
Hell, she's lived in
Kyoto, Hawaii, Nepal & walked
across the Saraha when she was
21 a child-bride with her
child-husband
grew up in San Francisco where,
she says,
"the best of anything is right
next door
to where you live"
and now she's here
nowhere with me
buying peppers at a street market
where there is absolutely
nothing going on
(thank the lord, I say)
quiet temperate summer morning
drinking coffee with me at a
sidewalk table on a Saturday
talking about being in
love with someone else
© David Minton
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from a book I wrote, use them for OCC if you like them,,, cheers &
blessings to you, - David M
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A selection from the book 10
POEMS ABOUT THE WEATHER (Bootleg Books/Egg Design, Lexington,
Kentucky - © David Minton)
"10 Poems About The Weather was a
collection of 8 poems from my 'ramble notebooks' + 2 more that had
been previously published. The book was issued in 2004 and I took it
on tour with the Viking Hillbilly Apocalypse Revue when they did their
May 2004 tour of Colorado, New Mexico, Nevada and California. Andy
Cook read some of the poems to audiences while on tour, as I don't
read poetry for audiences because I'm no good at reading it to
audiences. Other books I have written include Monk Without A Church
(Literary Renaissance, 2003/ short stories); Paint Write Eat Drink
Don't Die Yet (Heaven Sent Bootlegs, 2002/ art, poetry, prose,
letters); Obsession (Open Book News, 1999/ novel). I worked as a
features writer, columnist & art critic for Knight-Ridder for 18
years, was a regional editor for an NEA-funded arts magazine for a
number of years silmultaneously, and I have freelanced to a number of
magazines and for The New York Times Co. My last art exhibit was
"Love & Death," in Lexington KY and the one before that
was "Presences" at Chapman Friedman Gallery in Louisville
KY. I currently live in Portland, Oregon, in my car-- it's the only
way I know how to be free." -DM
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