Six poems Times

Six poems Times FridaSpitting for its beauty and disgust, - He jiggled ghosts and skeletons - drained of blood and I was there. - I cleaned the mess - I fed the dog and I made her bed. - I watered the garden with the pyramid - has blossomed.In and life and death, I still see her. - Yes? S is for me - God and the devil - Packaged in a .--------------------------- Tamale ------- - - in a Rome DayRome sits on its seven legs - and pine trees, with fountains in their branches - Appia Antica road markers in the sun - are stolid, green and well managed. - A Conservative moing begins with the dawn - and its logic, as a pawn - is moved from one cell at a time - noon. It looks good, but - recognizing skip in my heart, - and the day is like co in the heat - a time of three hours. The key - time to my ear ticks. My intuition - my watch behind the scenes to hide - it's in front of the glow of white. The interior - The green needles and jack - The number of six. I have a lot - to see if they stick to that - such as fountains, pine trees in spray, share - their fate, loss, dry light - and Rome is running in the night .- - A Swallow OnMoing ------ --------------------------- Speed: two eggs, coffee with cream. - A flight zigs and noisily ZAGS. - Lunch: ham and cheese on bread. - A butterfly flits and flits silence. - Dinner: meat and French fries. - A hummingbird on the door while the plane. - Night: Four cookies and milk. - A bat threat .------------------------------------ zoom TidepoolInvent waves and pools great for me, - Cool, industrious, dibbling our feet - and munch on the lap of revolutions Wednesday - Wade in the deepest hole, where the algae grows, - Kick animated today, the coupling lowering your costume - and hold my hand. If you can not see, - Loosen the socket, sat on my foot friendly - Relax and let your hair float to me. - I? Ll pull into a vortex of us alone - where you can touch and floating or asleep after - and only that which we have some 'time? 've sown. - For all the love we give is that we are, - How the fish are awake from their sleep restless - to show us comes down to us? Re too deep .-------------- ---------------------- Medical ExamTwo soldiers, one white, one red -- maintains the north wall of the room into cubes. - Squat, each with a pedal - to open the lid speakerphone. - Fourteen-inch square, fifteen high, - in polished steel with the machine - Spare parts, tools, - Made in Switzerland. - Plastic bags gonna top coating - Overview on the edges of the door - how to play the children full of sleep unprepared. - The sentinel or bark, or rattle. - I'm so white and red - to keep predators away all .--------------------------------- - -- Center "Emergency Push-to-Open" - Reading of automatic doors for unwashed, dribbly glass. - The continuation port the same point. - Between the first and the second is a cross-hatched - Block construction of carpets, pale gray-brown mole. - The gateway to the garden even dribble - and moves automatically. - In the interior, the thickness of nurses, men and women through pad. - TV gurgles gently, patients and staff Murmure - Small clicks and taps to identify the heels and wheels - Medical equipment and reduced tongue depressor. - Outside the greenstuffs outside, and - traffic and acute Tooting. - Between the inside and outside is a - cross-hatched blocks, gray-brown taupe - Carpet. By Jackie Wilson? 2006Jack Wilson is a poet and artist in Los Angeles and Phoenix. His poems were published in The New York Times, The New York Herald Tribune and many magazines. He founded a magazine of poetry in Tempe, Arizona, called "All too soon," which was distributed to Changing Hands Bookstore and other establishments. Source: