posted on May 9, 2012 at 1:22 pm

serrated times

the magazines are out of date

man all those people are long gone today

perhaps i have been over doing it

maybe

i fall asleep unexpectedly by the blue pool

under the shade of  an elephant palm

the film in the camera over exposed

i spit out my stimoral at Stuvon Flats

i hear the beatles out in the twilight

i canceled my appointment with the aquarium

my tank was not quite ready it was empty

i read an article about a distant star

its strange to think of all that life out there somewhere

the buses are irregular although i’m not going anywhere

last night i saw venus’ shadow on the moon

by the way thanks for the card

it meant so much

for a moment

then the sun and blue sky again

propped up in bed

a vase of withered flowers on a little white table

its clean here if a little shabby

i watch the motes silently fall in the ray of lights

 

8 Responses to “short bermuda”

  1. avatar
    Anonymous | 9 May 2012 at 1:50 pm #

    Poetry is nearer to vital truth than history. ~Plato

    As with this one…..

  2. avatar
    colette | 9 May 2012 at 2:40 pm #

    Love the poem, so existentialist! (I always hope I use that term correctly – I remember asking an adult when I was a teen what existentialist meant and was answered with silence; I wondered for a while until I guess I was finally mature enough to understand what the silence meant).

  3. Kraig
    Kraig | 9 May 2012 at 7:03 pm #

    “…I canceled my appointment with the aquarium
    my tank was not quite ready it was empty
    i read an article about a distant star
    its strange to think of all that life out there somewhere…”

    I’d like to thank you Steve for making my millennium, i had to put my long time friend or buddy (11 yr old kitten) to sleep last Thursday “Prayer Day” because he was struggling with Lymphoma Cancer…and i’d like to just say a short paraphrase to sum up how he was and how he changed my life:

    Cosmo, you will definitely and whole heartedly be missed! You adopted me when I was down, gave me a world of hope & crown, through the ups and downs. You greeted me every day, made time slip away, plopped in front of the vacuum despite, woke me up at night, chasing all the cats but friendly to mice, paws tugged my shoe & laces so slight, crinkled the plastic bags alright, got excited when strangers came by, rubbed & purred when you said goodbye, showed people your BIG blue-green eyes, like daybreak sunrises, pumping on my chest, you wouldn’t let me rest, how I wish you had more time, into this world & onto the next, always time to rest, when will i see you next? Travel the Cosmos now little Buddy. 2001-2012. Love, your big bud Kraig.

    Thanks Steve for all the music and support which you don’t realize assisted both Cosmo and myself during this horrid time; including “Isidore Life Somewhere Else” and the “Hammock EP 02.Sinking Inside Yourself or all tracks” and ALL of your lovely universal music indeed! He meant alot to me much like you and your music.

    Kraig

  4. avatar
    hellbound heart | 9 May 2012 at 9:35 pm #

    my daughter once believed the motes of dust that danced in the sunlight were fairies….
    <3

  5. avatar
    hippy | 10 May 2012 at 5:12 am #

    Is that beatles heard in the twilight or THE BEATLES heard in the twilight?


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