Sunday, March 28, 2010
today i got to thinking about aye-ayes.
aye-ayes live only in madagascar.
they have batty ears,
very creepy eyes and hands.
there is a superstition
among the natives of madagascar
that aye-ayes are an omen
some tribespeople claim
an aye-aye will not hesitate to sneak into your house at night
and use it's middle finger to stab your heart.
for this reason most tribespeople
kill aye-ayes on sight.
evil as they may be,
aye-ayes are pretty naive.
they walk into villages
looking for mangos and coconuts.
hold out your arm,
they will climb fearlessly to your shoulder.
for some reason
they aren't afraid of humans.
even though humans can be bad luck.
Sunday, March 21, 2010
some uses for the moon
it pulls the loose threads
the salty waves
swiftly, to keep dry the towns
and sandals on doorsteps
but the same mirror's
hanging over landlocked countryside so
a drunk couple on the roof
looks as if they'er in front of it
they may fall off
their tongues gracefully glide
and any old barn swallow
tiny and perfectly brown
can wake trembling from a nightmare
tilt round head to see the glowing rock
and know the sun hasn't gone out
Thursday, March 11, 2010
I keep picturing all these little kids
playing some game in this big field of rye and all. Thousands
of little kids, and nobody's around-nobody big,
I mean-except me. And I'm standing on the edge of
some crazy cliff. What I have to do, I have to catch
everybody if they start to go over the cliff-I mean
if they're running and they don't look where they're
going I have to come out from somewhere and catch
them. That's all I'd do all day. I'd just be the
catcher in the rye and all. I know it's crazy, but that's the
only thing I'd really like to be.