–for christopher robin there are things as a child we do not understand and what we do not understand we make up when we ate our vegetables said our prayers and left the light turned on the world was a much better pace under a bed tent made of sheets i clicked the light on [...]
Archive for the ‘Scot Young’ Category
…if we can have your attention in the center ring by Scot Young
Posted in Scot Young, tagged poetry on April 10, 2011 | 3 Comments »
above the tree line by Scot Young
Posted in Scot Young, tagged poetry on January 31, 2011 | 2 Comments »
lew welch wrote his last poem at snyder’s cabin went southwest w/ a .303 and half pint of lonesome at sunset the wind whistles the blues through a ring of bone blues through the pine not stopping at the tree line like campfire smoke you can no longer see carried by the high wind through [...]
passing by the altar of bukowski i tap the bottom of the plate by Scot Young
Posted in Scot Young, tagged poetry on January 17, 2011 | 5 Comments »
i do not pray to the god of bukowski or howl at city lights wanting to become famous wanting to be the next best thing masturbating my ego with ten will get you twenty by strangers and hangers on i do not pray to the god of bukowski but have on occasion sinned by sprinkling [...]
haiku sonnet: brautigan never by scot young
Posted in Scot Young, tagged poetry on September 28, 2010 | 2 Comments »
brautigan never wrote a haiku love sonnet and nailed it to a street lamp in downtown san francisco so you would walk by and see it on a moon beam night just like this one—a poem a bay breeze moving it just enough so you will notice before turn ing on market but on this [...]
best laid plans by scot young
Posted in Scot Young, VIDEOS, tagged poetry on August 4, 2010 | 2 Comments »
found poem, TIME, 2/1/10
Posted in Scot Young, tagged poetry on January 26, 2010 | 6 Comments »
Long Gay Line The Port-au-Prince cemetery has no more room, but the dead keep coming. Chickens flap free among the graves & in the city scavenging what they can
Dan Quisenberry
Posted in Scot Young, tagged dan quisenberry, poetry on December 25, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
i scanned the poetry section on christmas eve at prospero’s in kansas city and stuck between julia vinograd and the late great allen ginsberg was a collection by dan quisenberry pitcher in game six for kc the game the bunch from st louis still cry about 24 years later i stood and read his book [...]
