Tuesday, May 10, 2005

[Nopoem, brokenprose] At left elbow, upturned chin of deep-sleeping ugly-dog-of-beautiful-love. At left shoulder tortoiseshell cat crouches, limbs leopard-spotted, torso ink-spattered, golden tail-tip twitching, gold-illuminated gaze from heart-shaped face. She of soft voice. In the teakettle I hear the ocean. We are half-past May, and still snow falls. Soon I'll go to the animals with the day's dry hay. My blistered toes dread their boots. How will the animals drink from silt-filled ponds? They kush now in frigid grass, snow covering their wool to their necks. I've used hours this morning winnowing old pages for a glimmer of worth. The sky through the window is white and flat. A platinum disk of light just visible, yet snow falls and falls. It's a tease. My tongue-tip touches a broken tooth. My teeth are breaking, and I've been so good to them. Judas teeth. Coins too few to satisfy their demands. I drove down to the exit road with packages to mail. It remains impassable. The rumors are false. The loitering county guys said a crew will come tomorrow to fill it in. "Then you can get out. " They say that every day. I could inch along the old road's remnant and get to the highway and thumb a ride. Perhaps I will. What could happen? 10:38:37 AM    comment []