Posted in Joie Cook, tagged Joie Cook, poetry on October 13, 2009| 3 Comments »
……………………………………………………(w/Martin Puryear exhibit in mind)
We are all that we have
Dark shadows billowing past the
Stark architecture of bent wood
The otherness of others
Doesn’t bother us here
In our safe cocoon of One
Where we avert the glances
Of old Asian security guards
Warning us not to touch
This is where we examine the separation
Of nature from natural
Comparing the timber’s abstractions
Surrounded by fallen branches
Nothing may we touch here
But each other.
Posted in Joie Cook, tagged poetry on September 6, 2009| 4 Comments »
She walks,
Her tombstone eyes
Buried in the concrete
Past New Orleans potholes
From Chippewa Street
Down to Napoleon Avenue
She is the anonymous necromantic
Searching through telephone directories
For relatives and lovers who could steal her ideas
And later ride the St. Charles streetcar
Where old men twitch away the flies
And mumble about corruption.
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