Picnic Table

There’s a picnic table

waiting for a pretty blond thing

with more chips and lemony iced tea.

She’s the one with the cheery brown checkered top on,

and the bottom too.

The food  & fire are going good.

I can’t see past any of this fast talk here/

untill I can see her here in this sun/

lord, I look for her

hot like

‘S gotten hot here

The moon’s away in the cool ink

over Goa,  imagine,

The cicadas that go even more raucous,

After a flash storm,

Than the hissing slick highway scream,

They stay more still than a kitten in a cat dream.

So silent and hot. My ice blends shots

(ring out) Ice shifts like the guts of clocks.

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 It’s the heat

Dennis Potter (May 17,1935-1994/ RIP)

 

The English playwright/TV-dramatist, Dennis Potter was born May 17, 1935 (d. 1994, cancer). His widely acclaimed television dramas mixed fantasy and reality, the personal and the social. He was particularly fond of using themes and images from popular culture.

Pieces such as The Singing Detective (1986) and Pennies from Heaven (1978) were astonishingly fresh genre-benders – mixing detective story, musical and realist drama (the title character in The Singing Detective suffers badly from psoriasis), helping bring postmodernism to the small screen…

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a “thanx for sharing” to..Ordinary Finds, a delightful favorite at  http://i12bent.tumblr.com/

It’s The Same Thing

C’est la meme chose
Children fall down &
too quickly look for help,and pan-ache.
and men fall &
look to see that no one’s seen
then too quietly ache for help,
quiet a noise as they can make

f r a u g h t

Did the deeds

Which more than maybe

Weren’t so thought out,

In the end,

Lend more than maybe

To deathbed sores/

Nauseously  fraught w/ caught?

                           .

As I splash my eyes

And more, all that moral nightmare off,

I’m right to rationalize–

Deeds not so thought out

Purposely,

I mean it,

Could be freer from some consequence

And not fraught w/caught.