On lee's birthday

jan. 19th

sister taught me something about poetry

she who had never written one

showing up at Moms claiming not to

mention that Dan was whopping her a*s.

That the light in hallways from a forty watt GE bulb

ostensible suggest a discrepancy

between an openly declared aim. Mother shouting

"GO AWAY"! thru the little glass rectangle

the door held like the good eye of a Sinbad giant.

That the ghostly figures that appear hulking

perhaps more, I forget-

are the pure secretions of apothegm,

formulated, pithy instructions you carry

around in a little book.

That sometimes that  book is the yellow flower

of leatherwood, shouldn't matter.

Reviews

[Pete Langley]

Rules? There ain`t no rules! ....maybe only that " ....the pure secretions of apophthegm... " ( sorry! UK!) are wrapped up in similes that make them exciting and vaguely relevant. That makes the poetry. I don`t have a "little book"....but maybe I shall, after reading - and rereading this! P.

[h d e rushin]

thanks Pete for anyone's attempt at understanding this......dana

[Delmar Cooper]

Some one, some one with wit and understanding will comment on this poem. And, I will read that astute comment, nod sagely, and laugh hot air up my sleeve to the armpit.

[h d e rushin]

thanks Delmar.....