September Poem 31: His Artistic Eye

The camera, to his eye,

Was a creator of enlightenment.

A long black Cadillac.

The front doors:

Breath.

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April Poem 28: NaPoWriMo

Tennyson’s poem states questions aren’t questions,

Only services.

Calling town the streetwise dupes.

The scrawlings of the bored exploited.

 

Walsh states its name.

Envisioned the deep,

The stone.

 

The poor workers

Having seen glimpses of the grains

Of barley and rye

Of the poor farmers.

 

One dollar girds the increase cooler below.

And at the door stanza

Behavior communicated beyond specialty and field.

The one stanza leaned power.

29 reverends of Camelot towered large caliber actions.

Though the road runs lowered to the camera,

He, the customers, include the name of the city.

 

April Poem 25: NaPoWriMo

 

Film making takes information like flowery script

 

To symbolize camera leaning cobwebs.

 

Postponement from the day pins hands

 

Played by reason that they can the wall doodles.

 

The white fancy looping of cherries

 

That look like the Haitian people.

 

Swarm squiggles over a crumpled audience

 

About the cultural witchdoctor.

 

The group of cursive has turned into an island.