Monday, May 16, 2016

Peter Bollington writes

Ode to the homeless duo

you two, 
with your dogs Sugar and Chobaku 
how I found you 
warm for a moment, side of the road 
bags and dogs eagerly smiling 
traffic sailing by 
by by by by 
your outstretched thumb, the task severe, 
four hours at that stop near the weeds 
pavement underneath your bones 
warming at the noontime long way to go 
cold hills for the night 
sliver of moon


1 comment:

  1. Poets Hitchhiking on the Highway

    Of course I tried to tell him
    but he cranked his head
    without an excuse.
    I told him the sky chases
    the sun
    And he smiled and said:
    "What's the use."
    I was feeling like a demon
    So I said: "But the ocean chases
    the fish."
    This time he laughed
    and said: "Suppose the
    strawberry were
    pushed into a mountain."
    After that I knew the
    war was on--
    So we fought:
    He said: "The apple-cart like a
    snaps & splinters
    old dutch shoes."
    I said: "Lightning will strike the old oak
    and free the fumes!"
    He said: "Mad street with no name."
    I said: "Bald killer! Bald killer! Bald killer!"
    He said, getting real mad,Young Poets
    "Firestoves! Gas! Couch!"
    I said, only smiling,
    "I know God would turn back his head
    If I sat quietly and thought."
    We ended by melting away,
    hating the air!

    By Gregory Corso


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