tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591501490901166080.post281450658174355066..comments2010-02-01T16:03:26.824-08:00Comments on objects of imitation: week 11: Follow the Leaderkatyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591501490901166080.post-11144518961077055032009-11-16T12:59:29.005-08:002009-11-16T12:59:29.005-08:00#3
reflecting on, or
reflecting in, you thought
...#3<br /><br />reflecting on, or <br />reflecting in, you thought<br />you caught yourself in a net<br />for little things that fly or swim.<br /><br />but you do neither very well.<br />I blame NPR, The New York Times,<br />Google, Facebook, and the kitchen sink.bethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08384037369836314855noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591501490901166080.post-86406183304462274372009-11-13T22:20:36.071-08:002009-11-13T22:20:36.071-08:00OLD BOOT
There’s an old boot
battered and raw
It...OLD BOOT<br /><br />There’s an old boot<br />battered and raw<br /><br />It could be Van Gogh’s boot<br />It could be the world<br /><br />Killed and revived over and over<br />its sole bent up and its<br /><br />heel crooked<br />as if beaten by trees<br /><br />Traipsed over great clumps in fields<br />or dodging strafe-fire and<br /><br />shrapnel<br />a boot that’s seen too much in its<br /><br />short leathery life<br />yet soldiers on<br /><br />brutishly bootish<br />Presumably for a foot<br /><br />though it’s taken on a life beyond<br />shoeing something as<br /><br />ephemeral as a foot<br />it now seems to fit all feet<br /><br />and none<br /><br />More a boat than a boot<br />More a ship than a shoe<br /><br />braving earthly waves<br /><br />Sitting here alone now<br />beached in a dark brown light<br /><br />radiantly dark<br />(it could be God’s boot<br /><br />though God has no foot<br />nor needs a boot<br /><br />It’s just that it’s that kind of boot<br />no human foot could be so<br /><br />adorned)<br /><br />as it sails in <br />utter stillness<br /><br />having reached<br />its end of usefulness<br /><br />and now will not go anywhere<br />that is not where it <br /><br />already is<br />______________________<br /> 12/29/2008Daniel Abdal-Hayy Moorehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04866700467301416342noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591501490901166080.post-8848898134662783572009-11-13T22:13:26.901-08:002009-11-13T22:13:26.901-08:00TOP DOWN THEN BOTTOM UP
Oh a flick of my boot at ...TOP DOWN THEN BOTTOM UP<br /><br />Oh a flick of my boot at a swiffling cloud<br />snaps the top off a jar of emptiness<br />and a paddle suspended in air like a shroud<br />ghetto-blasts a wheel that begins to hiss<br /><br />as it rolls down a hill of nothingness<br />(as pale a blue as you ever could want)<br />and paddle flips jar with such finesse<br />a puff of smoke blows up from its vent<br /><br />toward my boot (a one-legged man alone<br />among ghostly objects as white as bone)Daniel Abdal-Hayy Moorehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04866700467301416342noreply@blogger.com