tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31784375993156536052024-02-18T23:42:34.835-08:00Gerry Boyd's Poetrygerry boydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08404762839765626232noreply@blogger.comBlogger371125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3178437599315653605.post-19409139809558755942018-07-13T16:08:00.000-07:002018-07-13T16:08:48.756-07:00Laughing SneerDeath comes in a cloak that is hard to recognize.<br />
<br />
I was walking near Azalea Park when I saw a spray<br />
of blossoms that could've brought some yellow joy.<br />
<br />
They did not.<br />
<br />
In the coal towns of Pennsylvania a man<br />
has the crazy idea that his bowels will not move.<br />
<br />
Surrender in the alley where Milton went down.<br />
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The laughing sneer of evil when it thinks<br />
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it has you caught.gerry boydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08404762839765626232noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3178437599315653605.post-27728824930260461152017-10-29T14:10:00.001-07:002017-11-22T04:48:29.364-08:00The Language of SunsetThe language of sunset describes hieroglyphs of light<br />
which, wisely, the palm fronds ignore. Watched from<br />
a distance on high, through grey aluminum uprights<br />
she walks unaware, metronomed by a creepy thumb.<br />
<br />
<i>(mist forgiven is mist forgotten down by the river.</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>there was that time when a bad thing happened.</i><br />
<br />
<i>the door to the chapel was rusted in a season when even melting could not be forgiven.</i><br />
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<i>maybe in the light green spring a small salvation is born.</i><br />
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<i>maybe under diaphanous blooms he will offer empty words devoid of healing. )</i><br />
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The language of sunset swirls down swirly orange<br />
despite the mistakes of that word. Well, here goes:<br />
what beats on a mapled uke is a homily on a range<br />
strummed from a subtle D-major's humbling tones.<br />
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<br />gerry boydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08404762839765626232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3178437599315653605.post-4631227697964340922017-08-05T14:07:00.000-07:002017-10-23T15:11:49.166-07:00Body found on beach at Sea BrightA body found on beach at Sea Bright turns on sand<br />
and breathes: coughs a tangled seaweed at the tide<br />
and saves his soul: what was alive on a fairy strand<br />
left him sole at night, his trench coat dry drunk tied<br />
<br />
with its belt in a loop like Bogart, a way to justly sleep<br />
on the slippy giant jetty rocks after a fey roundly night<br />
of joyed carousing: with a kiss unanswered he creeps<br />
down the wooden drop of wounded stairs, takes flight<br />
<br />
across the darkened road, dark store under the stairs<br />
closed but unlit merchandise points the drowned way<br />
of escape: denied, salty now with surf spattered tears<br />
he seeks tidal release in a far weedy sea green spray<br />
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of midnight. Off the tide in a hollow is a seaside dawn<br />
lost to him in a leaf strewn blind as he stands to yawn.<br />
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<br />gerry boydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08404762839765626232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3178437599315653605.post-39671079780881165282017-07-16T13:36:00.000-07:002017-08-05T13:11:16.142-07:00When the grey rain comes drowningWhen the grey rain comes drowning though pastel,<br />
washing a turquoise bench near two curved palms,<br />
sadness. A numbness in hard red hands and sandals<br />
streaks the blinded window with moist rinsed songs.<br />
<br />
Many's the picture that curls in a cork-board frame or<br />
gathers dust in an obscure drawer, recoverable only<br />
when, in late August, crickets can be sensed at dusk<br />
or black passerines fly headstrong into thunderstorms.<br />
<br />
There was a photograph of you I almost missed, a profile<br />
shot in late summer when the smell of leaves turning to<br />
crimson begins eclipsing the promises of spring. Winsome,<br />
you shyly teared, but we laughed about it later over wine<br />
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<br />gerry boydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08404762839765626232noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3178437599315653605.post-49574230622369070452016-09-10T14:28:00.001-07:002016-09-10T14:28:39.193-07:00If I died right now, I'd have to say it was a pretty fantastic lifeBig cursors want very badly to run your life<br />
for in you value exists the nature of which is<br />
lost today. When a cold rain wafts grey grief,<br />
and pebbles a little dampening puckered kiss<br />
<br />
it is possible to forget life, if only at the punch<br />
of hazy late afternoons. Haze and cold together<br />
remainder deep pockets that should be scarlet<br />
and free. But should but really hurts your heart.gerry boydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08404762839765626232noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3178437599315653605.post-10058873245582718512016-06-05T16:52:00.000-07:002017-07-29T10:14:15.051-07:00A Small Crematorium Can Only Burn Little ThingsUpward facing leopard is a pose that few attempt,<br />
also the schoolyard will seek to hide its red bricks<br />
behind old charcoal stains that rise over hard pent<br />
rust iron doors. Tight shiny coils, a cast door thick<br />
<br />
on a handle that requires you to lift. Here was fire<br />
applied to damp papers that needed to be hidden.<br />
Peels lifted by flames curled every dried leaf higher,<br />
each lick hiding a lie in letters. The pale boy bidden<br />
<br />
by black habits rakes after days bygone in cool ashes<br />
looking for raised capital alphabets in the palimpsest.<br />
There was one 'A' that outlived fiery janitorial trashes,<br />
left exposed on red brick creases squaring, now best<br />
<br />
remembered as a curse. Up to facing a leopard pose<br />
it's the hardest part to face, even just now, I suppose.<br />
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<br />gerry boydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08404762839765626232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3178437599315653605.post-35093348436020776792016-05-22T15:38:00.000-07:002016-05-22T15:38:13.605-07:00JoyThe joy I felt when you bent your warm neck on mine<br />
in the curvy aftermath of beige pillows happily tossed,<br />
and your sweet deep snore.<br />
<br />
It's the only joy I will ever need.gerry boydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08404762839765626232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3178437599315653605.post-68575330865964605352016-05-01T13:17:00.000-07:002016-05-02T15:31:25.085-07:00Draft of a Poem not Written<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">When the window broke with a wide teal shatter,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">a lattice pine painted in this world, but strained,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">burst into a wet torrent. Hurricanes arising matter</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">when, unexpectedly, a blue frame is broken. Rains</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">misunderstood wash away squares looping green,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">but yellow bleaching on a toothy tin frame, swells</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">when the weather turns drier. A sneaky desk seen</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">as elder mahogany had no shallow bluish inkwells</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">but two creaky drawers. We ran ourselves silly</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">in a shallow concrete bowl near the graveyard</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">in anti-gravity glee, slipping on the moss willy-</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">nil in green defiance of the dead. <i>Sanctus</i> hard</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">blew when a storm came and left with cool grey-</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">ozone in my nostrils flared, a sparrow flew away.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br /></span>
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<br />gerry boydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08404762839765626232noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3178437599315653605.post-74027673944319953632016-04-23T15:42:00.001-07:002016-04-29T14:07:05.822-07:00Chapter One<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Off-key melodies show the genius in the rhythm</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">of austere cold in the yellow shale neighborhood</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">where the cute doctor shaved downstairs. Ahem.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Yes, doctorates are awarded to the expected brood</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Because dark blue courses lay down a bonded way</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">that will not, for a gold chance, </span><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">be </span><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">easily forgotten.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Up the stairs a landlady starts at a pale green May</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">coming through her window not uninvited, but then</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">reconsiders. A child's short bark is only the start</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">of a correspondence that will haunt a generation</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">that is yet to be born. Yellow letters often marked</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">by the pale man late of radio did birth the notion</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">of a halting voice that still quakes to speak. What </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">if a block from the cold stones a quiver arose but</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br /></span>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br /></span>gerry boydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08404762839765626232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3178437599315653605.post-46595994206906199132016-04-17T13:42:00.001-07:002016-04-17T13:42:15.251-07:00To call it swimming is weird<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">The day I overdosed on anchovies was a cloudy day</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">with winds from the east that purple and lime green</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">blustered while a lame purpose from the east swayed</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">twin palm's golden birthing into that dictionary scene.</span><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">A little cow funk evaporated through the clear divide,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">enough to color my now room from a cool white </span><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">vibe</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">to something more like blues ascension in crazy time.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">(When salty little fish grow wings you'd better sigh.)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Skipping, skipping, New Morning and only had groove</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">enough to smell the chocolate and crave salty legumes.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">A taste is sweet enough when the skillet starts to move,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">little black specks in your roux: a solemn hint of tombs.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Bass lines make no issues with glass that so easily slides,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">down in a crypt I hearded crimes from crispy fins inside.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br /></span>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br /></span>gerry boydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08404762839765626232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3178437599315653605.post-42516493695702196222016-04-10T15:47:00.001-07:002016-04-10T15:47:18.828-07:00One Afternoon<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">One of the greatest pleasures in life</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">is to lie skin to skin with another human being.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">To feel hot breath on your neck or</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">to breathe hot breath on the neck of another.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">To feel your hairy legs wrapped around hairless legs</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">or to feel hairless legs wrapped by your hairless legs</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">or to feel your hairless legs wrapped by hairy legs</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">or to feel hairy legs wrapped by </span><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">your</span><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">hairy legs.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">To feel the flat red flush of a heaving breast.</span>gerry boydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08404762839765626232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3178437599315653605.post-76318742198127595812016-03-27T13:13:00.001-07:002016-03-28T15:38:27.425-07:00It's just a little longer, is all<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: x-small;">First in the barnyard, I noticed the brown:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: x-small;">When the young pretender entered it was bad</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: x-small;">but the blood was already washed away. I heard</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: x-small;">the boss scratching, ready to crow at morning sun.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: x-small;">I looked up at stucco, a shadowed swept low arc,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: x-small;">hands soon to expose every crack and the housing</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: x-small;">of legs that despised the sun, seeking a fey succor</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: x-small;">before the rays bleached a little joy away for good.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: x-small;">It's just a little longer, is all.</span>gerry boydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08404762839765626232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3178437599315653605.post-50581291897377552032015-11-27T16:10:00.000-08:002015-11-27T16:10:40.490-08:00When mother came to town<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">After the leaf filled pool had drained</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">there was still the linger of her smile</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">for the rotund boy attempting to sun</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">in a day of intermittent showers that</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">threatened to ruin her coif into damp</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">grey curls redolent of Grecian ruins.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">He was a gladiator once, pride of her</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">loins, conquering all that she loathed.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Now her blue deck shoes curl and she's</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">chilled in the shadow of a low arc'd sun.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">When she moved in feline grace, the mind</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">only thought of nails, orange came normal </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">against the </span><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">brown drift of floating leaves.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<br />gerry boydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08404762839765626232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3178437599315653605.post-75867305167678274062015-11-22T12:50:00.001-08:002015-11-22T12:50:27.386-08:00One Purple Iris<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Blah blah</i> would be a cogent way to <i>blah</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">but whose mind doesn't tire of it all the time.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">But I heard something about a mud bubble</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">which mattered greatly. The mud swallowed</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">everything. And it splattered everything too.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">To crawl out into the warmth was to view</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">a miniature purple iris opening at dawn.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">The mud swallowed everything but a crawl</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">out mattered. A dewy iris purple in the sun</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">was all.</span>gerry boydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08404762839765626232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3178437599315653605.post-75418798764084429442015-11-13T16:55:00.000-08:002015-11-13T16:55:45.623-08:00Sometimes in Autumn<span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; line-height: 16px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Iconic in the autumn breeze, </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; line-height: 16px; white-space: pre-wrap;">she smirks before the train. </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; line-height: 16px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; line-height: 16px; white-space: pre-wrap;">If another leaf falls, </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; line-height: 16px; white-space: pre-wrap;">a rake would come in handy:</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; line-height: 16px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; line-height: 16px; white-space: pre-wrap;">good gloves on the handle </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; line-height: 16px; white-space: pre-wrap;">might protect the tender skin.</span>gerry boydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08404762839765626232noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3178437599315653605.post-68809962879882642952015-03-21T14:27:00.000-07:002015-04-07T05:54:52.160-07:00All the Faces Shaded by Evening Maples<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Checkered blue curtains undulate in the light spring</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">breeze, carrying twilight kickball screams sore from</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">macadam </span><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">shins skinned up to a second floor screen,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">taunting the feverish in close quarantine whose rashy</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">grasp implores but cannot hold a tiny pine that stays</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">deep with inchoate needles pale green and yellow in a</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">hidden hole drilled some days past under swirled teal</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">tile pried loose where the glue was hastily misapplied.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">The brown scab innocence within its safe grey circle</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">is absent-mindlessly flicked. A pale sharp half-moon,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">it surprises with a red eruption right before bedtime.</span>gerry boydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08404762839765626232noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3178437599315653605.post-86834678953019845022015-02-22T15:03:00.000-08:002015-02-22T15:03:02.253-08:00Somersaults<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Little flowered dress will not go round off</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">where bare soles find solace in pale blades</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">of green. Gospel scales under the umbrage</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">of prior hammered drums still soar despite</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">the drifting solar influence. If clouds bluing</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">had souls, and maybe they do, then drifting</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">would be this innocence. </span>gerry boydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08404762839765626232noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3178437599315653605.post-80489472409518526272015-02-14T13:36:00.000-08:002015-02-14T13:36:38.181-08:00Something I forgot to say<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">A check from the ice and snow covered north</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">signed in purple ink that I cannot in faith sign</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">arrives into the temperate zone of my palms</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">waved in a slight northern invasion of sunlight.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Once, in the freezing rain, with breath expired</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">in an aspiration of slippery delight, I closed the </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">shiny door of an emerald car, mirrors befogged</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">in anticipation of a warm slide into icy blackness.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">That icy blackness never happened despite the</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">false certainty that grows in winter that spring</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">will never erupt in green shoots from the black.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">A wee leek curled in slumber can be coldly cruel.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Now, the winnings from another life unwrapped</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">scream from a previous scratch that left little</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">crumbies on the quarter and the oak marbled</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">table, marbles gone but the crumbies remain.</span><br />
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<br />gerry boydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08404762839765626232noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3178437599315653605.post-58410587344973712682015-01-01T15:16:00.000-08:002015-01-01T15:16:40.282-08:00Let's call it square<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">So much happens in the window within a window</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">when you believe in glass and northern pine frame</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">rectangles for the view. Look away if you can start</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">to see the curliecues of paint painted long enough</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">ago to white curl in the autumn mist. Outside, the</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">maples turn so fast from green to red and orange </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">that the frame cannot be frozen even if your own</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">breath was misting so. White frames be lying too.</span>gerry boydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08404762839765626232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3178437599315653605.post-63821963587301342752014-12-14T15:10:00.000-08:002014-12-14T15:10:34.306-08:00Looking for an echo<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Play some doo-woop when I close,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">earth angel a cappella into sixteen</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">candles overdose, looking for one</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">echo reverbing into soul </span><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">complete.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Sweet sounds soar off subway tiles,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">a white and grimy womb for rebirth</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">scrubbed by angelic harmonies neat,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">little Frankie's tomb is not plumb yet.</span>gerry boydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08404762839765626232noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3178437599315653605.post-63931235986476144862014-12-05T17:39:00.003-08:002014-12-06T04:11:16.746-08:00If within a nested set so brightly painted<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">If within a nested set so brightly painted</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">the faces seem a bit contrived, with rough </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">rouge ooze to thickly rush a thin disguise,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">smiles too bluish to fool a sampling mind</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">with gnarled fingers to grasp the tropic root </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">rolling from the antipodes soft into laughter</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">while a warm sunset inflames a viral dance.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">If distant orange circles encircle, and snakes</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">in tropical spirals around frozen glances twirl,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">the northern lights slither diamond and yellow</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">while on the lunar child a sneaky goat awaits.</span><br />
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<br />gerry boydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08404762839765626232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3178437599315653605.post-3577631928469844932014-11-09T09:09:00.000-08:002014-11-09T14:49:33.031-08:00Too many sirens<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">After tales of brave Odysseus passed, too many sirens </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">still blown down Central to pass Magnolia, silent again </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">at Rosalind. Some poorboy called the mayor before I </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">bought some wax to plug the only way I hear. Heard </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">one sad guy after the blues had swept the clean streets </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">clean again: he was going to shit in a cup and leave it </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">as his legacy, on the street. On a one-way street, one </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">of the sirens, piercing loudly, said no way, go south.</span>gerry boydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08404762839765626232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3178437599315653605.post-40973949725579913762014-11-06T14:26:00.000-08:002014-11-06T14:26:22.442-08:00Just when you thought it mattered<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12.7272720336914px; line-height: 18.2000007629395px;">Nothing, she said, could be further from the truth.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12.7272720336914px; line-height: 18.2000007629395px;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12.7272720336914px; line-height: 18.2000007629395px;">The orange of the sunset owes you nothing</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12.7272720336914px; line-height: 18.2000007629395px;">despite your claim to fresh air and heartache.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12.7272720336914px; line-height: 18.2000007629395px;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12.7272720336914px; line-height: 18.2000007629395px;">Once when you dreamt of a glorious future</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12.7272720336914px; line-height: 18.2000007629395px;">the pointed hands seemed frozen in time,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12.7272720336914px; line-height: 18.2000007629395px;">starkly arced and black on a face gone pale</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12.7272720336914px; line-height: 18.2000007629395px;">in anticipation of things to arise and come.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12.7272720336914px; line-height: 18.2000007629395px;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12.7272720336914px; line-height: 18.2000007629395px;">The ticking resumed but there was no reward,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12.7272720336914px; line-height: 18.2000007629395px;">only the rhythmic reminder of time passing</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12.7272720336914px; line-height: 18.2000007629395px;">and the sinking sense that growth had ceased.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12.7272720336914px; line-height: 18.2000007629395px;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12.7272720336914px; line-height: 18.2000007629395px;">Nothing, she said, could be further from the truth.</span></span>gerry boydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08404762839765626232noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3178437599315653605.post-81421032885240112472014-11-02T15:54:00.000-08:002014-11-02T15:54:49.104-08:00Too many grailsSo many wooden cups with long stems and chipped lips<br />
scattered where the trees are green. Each cup real, each<br />
cup a mirage where the trees are purple, each a mirage<br />
where the trees are green, each cup real where the trees<br />
are purple. Shadows dance near the dumpster and the<br />
shadows play within the mist. Shadows are still and the<br />
dumpster dances with the branches of that purple tree,<br />
with the branches of that green. So many wooden cups<br />
with chipped lips and long stems from which to drink.gerry boydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08404762839765626232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3178437599315653605.post-1680916056125352472014-10-26T12:09:00.000-07:002014-10-26T12:09:00.970-07:00Jonesing for an impressionA white chorus out of focus in a shadowed hallway,<br />
a chanted cadence creeping out of dun but seized-<br />
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hymn singing sealed in search of hanged man ferns<br />
beneath an ecstasy and a blurred floor and between<br />
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two walls. The mode is mysterious under soft ivory<br />
arched ceilings in three dimensions this is only two,<br />
<br />
so which face is blurry and which the sharp invert<br />
so framed. What is done so hazy is but frozen blue.<br />
<br />gerry boydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08404762839765626232noreply@blogger.com0