There’s a woman in town
who used to live in a treehouse
screaming as if in ecstasy
over the least thing:
green leaves, TV Guide
hologram covers, ecstasy itself.
She woke the whole neighborhood
once a night at least.
Finally,
cops were sent
to take her down.
She surrendered at once.
As she was led away she was asked
for some reason for what she’d done. She said,
“I was lonely, and I knew
someone would come sooner or later.”
All over town it’s the same:
people living like bulls, pent up
and chock-a-block
with fertility and anger.
Look past the keno screens
and poker runs. Past the turkey shoots
and meat raffles. Past the single cruiser on
a weeknight, the cop crying from boredom.
See that woman leap past it
from the treehouse
into the waiting arms
of someone to talk to.
See the red cape fall.
See everyone paying attention.
See the earth smoke underfoot.
See the way they chase their long-denied joy.
Dark Matter 
January 6th, 2005 at 6:44 pm
chanege made…
in fact, when i looked at it again, that stuck out to me as the most disruptive stanza. this flow works much better.
thanks!
January 6th, 2005 at 6:44 pm
chanege made…
in fact, when i looked at it again, that stuck out to me as the most disruptive stanza. this flow works much better.
thanks!
January 6th, 2005 at 6:44 pm
chanege made…
in fact, when i looked at it again, that stuck out to me as the most disruptive stanza. this flow works much better.
thanks!
January 6th, 2005 at 6:44 pm
chanege made…
in fact, when i looked at it again, that stuck out to me as the most disruptive stanza. this flow works much better.
thanks!
January 6th, 2005 at 6:44 pm
chanege made…
in fact, when i looked at it again, that stuck out to me as the most disruptive stanza. this flow works much better.
thanks!
January 6th, 2005 at 6:44 pm
chanege made…
in fact, when i looked at it again, that stuck out to me as the most disruptive stanza. this flow works much better.
thanks!
January 6th, 2005 at 6:44 pm
chanege made…
in fact, when i looked at it again, that stuck out to me as the most disruptive stanza. this flow works much better.
thanks!
January 6th, 2005 at 6:44 pm
chanege made…
in fact, when i looked at it again, that stuck out to me as the most disruptive stanza. this flow works much better.
thanks!
January 6th, 2005 at 6:19 pm
a good thought. i like.
January 6th, 2005 at 6:19 pm
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January 6th, 2005 at 6:19 pm
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January 6th, 2005 at 6:19 pm
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January 6th, 2005 at 6:19 pm
a good thought. i like.
January 6th, 2005 at 6:19 pm
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January 6th, 2005 at 6:19 pm
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January 6th, 2005 at 6:19 pm
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January 6th, 2005 at 4:38 pm
There’s five feet between his house and mine and we still don’t recognize each other’s laugh.
January 6th, 2005 at 4:38 pm
There’s five feet between his house and mine and we still don’t recognize each other’s laugh.
January 6th, 2005 at 4:38 pm
There’s five feet between his house and mine and we still don’t recognize each other’s laugh.
January 6th, 2005 at 4:38 pm
There’s five feet between his house and mine and we still don’t recognize each other’s laugh.
January 6th, 2005 at 4:38 pm
There’s five feet between his house and mine and we still don’t recognize each other’s laugh.
January 6th, 2005 at 4:38 pm
There’s five feet between his house and mine and we still don’t recognize each other’s laugh.
January 6th, 2005 at 4:38 pm
There’s five feet between his house and mine and we still don’t recognize each other’s laugh.
January 6th, 2005 at 4:38 pm
There’s five feet between his house and mine and we still don’t recognize each other’s laugh.
January 6th, 2005 at 3:32 pm
me likey
yeah. i like the voice and picture.
January 6th, 2005 at 3:32 pm
me likey
yeah. i like the voice and picture.
January 6th, 2005 at 3:32 pm
me likey
yeah. i like the voice and picture.
January 6th, 2005 at 3:32 pm
me likey
yeah. i like the voice and picture.
January 6th, 2005 at 3:32 pm
me likey
yeah. i like the voice and picture.
January 6th, 2005 at 3:32 pm
me likey
yeah. i like the voice and picture.
January 6th, 2005 at 3:32 pm
me likey
yeah. i like the voice and picture.
January 6th, 2005 at 3:32 pm
me likey
yeah. i like the voice and picture.
January 6th, 2005 at 2:32 pm
this woman, did she used to live in a big shoe?
January 6th, 2005 at 2:32 pm
this woman, did she used to live in a big shoe?
January 6th, 2005 at 2:32 pm
this woman, did she used to live in a big shoe?
January 6th, 2005 at 2:32 pm
this woman, did she used to live in a big shoe?
January 6th, 2005 at 2:32 pm
this woman, did she used to live in a big shoe?
January 6th, 2005 at 2:32 pm
this woman, did she used to live in a big shoe?
January 6th, 2005 at 2:32 pm
this woman, did she used to live in a big shoe?
January 6th, 2005 at 2:32 pm
this woman, did she used to live in a big shoe?
January 6th, 2005 at 1:36 pm
i’m adding this to my Memories section, under the header Beautifl Words. right. now.
“I was lonely, and I knew
someone would come sooner or later.”
fucking pop anasthesia.
i think i love that leaping woman & her treehouse.
i always have fantasized a house with a tree growing in the middle – or at least a courtyard, or a wide front yard – maybe a live oak that learned to flourish outside of standing water, or a chestnut or walnut, a Banyan tree… do you know that cartoon, Kids Next Door*? now, they have a rockin’ good treehouse.
& i’m babbling.
this poem made my morning. the protagonist reminds me just a little bit of the woman who tossed the television out the window, with whom i am also in deep love & respect.
*no relation to The Kids in the Hall
January 6th, 2005 at 1:36 pm
i’m adding this to my Memories section, under the header Beautifl Words. right. now.
“I was lonely, and I knew
someone would come sooner or later.”
fucking pop anasthesia.
i think i love that leaping woman & her treehouse.
i always have fantasized a house with a tree growing in the middle – or at least a courtyard, or a wide front yard – maybe a live oak that learned to flourish outside of standing water, or a chestnut or walnut, a Banyan tree… do you know that cartoon, Kids Next Door*? now, they have a rockin’ good treehouse.
& i’m babbling.
this poem made my morning. the protagonist reminds me just a little bit of the woman who tossed the television out the window, with whom i am also in deep love & respect.
*no relation to The Kids in the Hall
January 6th, 2005 at 1:36 pm
i’m adding this to my Memories section, under the header Beautifl Words. right. now.
“I was lonely, and I knew
someone would come sooner or later.”
fucking pop anasthesia.
i think i love that leaping woman & her treehouse.
i always have fantasized a house with a tree growing in the middle – or at least a courtyard, or a wide front yard – maybe a live oak that learned to flourish outside of standing water, or a chestnut or walnut, a Banyan tree… do you know that cartoon, Kids Next Door*? now, they have a rockin’ good treehouse.
& i’m babbling.
this poem made my morning. the protagonist reminds me just a little bit of the woman who tossed the television out the window, with whom i am also in deep love & respect.
*no relation to The Kids in the Hall
January 6th, 2005 at 1:36 pm
i’m adding this to my Memories section, under the header Beautifl Words. right. now.
“I was lonely, and I knew
someone would come sooner or later.”
fucking pop anasthesia.
i think i love that leaping woman & her treehouse.
i always have fantasized a house with a tree growing in the middle – or at least a courtyard, or a wide front yard – maybe a live oak that learned to flourish outside of standing water, or a chestnut or walnut, a Banyan tree… do you know that cartoon, Kids Next Door*? now, they have a rockin’ good treehouse.
& i’m babbling.
this poem made my morning. the protagonist reminds me just a little bit of the woman who tossed the television out the window, with whom i am also in deep love & respect.
*no relation to The Kids in the Hall
January 6th, 2005 at 1:36 pm
i’m adding this to my Memories section, under the header Beautifl Words. right. now.
“I was lonely, and I knew
someone would come sooner or later.”
fucking pop anasthesia.
i think i love that leaping woman & her treehouse.
i always have fantasized a house with a tree growing in the middle – or at least a courtyard, or a wide front yard – maybe a live oak that learned to flourish outside of standing water, or a chestnut or walnut, a Banyan tree… do you know that cartoon, Kids Next Door*? now, they have a rockin’ good treehouse.
& i’m babbling.
this poem made my morning. the protagonist reminds me just a little bit of the woman who tossed the television out the window, with whom i am also in deep love & respect.
*no relation to The Kids in the Hall
January 6th, 2005 at 1:36 pm
i’m adding this to my Memories section, under the header Beautifl Words. right. now.
“I was lonely, and I knew
someone would come sooner or later.”
fucking pop anasthesia.
i think i love that leaping woman & her treehouse.
i always have fantasized a house with a tree growing in the middle – or at least a courtyard, or a wide front yard – maybe a live oak that learned to flourish outside of standing water, or a chestnut or walnut, a Banyan tree… do you know that cartoon, Kids Next Door*? now, they have a rockin’ good treehouse.
& i’m babbling.
this poem made my morning. the protagonist reminds me just a little bit of the woman who tossed the television out the window, with whom i am also in deep love & respect.
*no relation to The Kids in the Hall
January 6th, 2005 at 1:36 pm
i’m adding this to my Memories section, under the header Beautifl Words. right. now.
“I was lonely, and I knew
someone would come sooner or later.”
fucking pop anasthesia.
i think i love that leaping woman & her treehouse.
i always have fantasized a house with a tree growing in the middle – or at least a courtyard, or a wide front yard – maybe a live oak that learned to flourish outside of standing water, or a chestnut or walnut, a Banyan tree… do you know that cartoon, Kids Next Door*? now, they have a rockin’ good treehouse.
& i’m babbling.
this poem made my morning. the protagonist reminds me just a little bit of the woman who tossed the television out the window, with whom i am also in deep love & respect.
*no relation to The Kids in the Hall
January 6th, 2005 at 1:36 pm
i’m adding this to my Memories section, under the header Beautifl Words. right. now.
“I was lonely, and I knew
someone would come sooner or later.”
fucking pop anasthesia.
i think i love that leaping woman & her treehouse.
i always have fantasized a house with a tree growing in the middle – or at least a courtyard, or a wide front yard – maybe a live oak that learned to flourish outside of standing water, or a chestnut or walnut, a Banyan tree… do you know that cartoon, Kids Next Door*? now, they have a rockin’ good treehouse.
& i’m babbling.
this poem made my morning. the protagonist reminds me just a little bit of the woman who tossed the television out the window, with whom i am also in deep love & respect.
*no relation to The Kids in the Hall
January 6th, 2005 at 4:55 am
one thought after reading it several times, if I may be so bold
The reference to the bull is perfect. I feel the references (2 lines) to the red cape are, well, the weakest link.
I know this screws up the 4 line stanzas, but it flows without those lines… the crying cop becomes part of the list that follows and the “It” the woman leaps past refers back to the list.
either way, I like the poem a lot.
January 6th, 2005 at 4:55 am
one thought after reading it several times, if I may be so bold
The reference to the bull is perfect. I feel the references (2 lines) to the red cape are, well, the weakest link.
I know this screws up the 4 line stanzas, but it flows without those lines… the crying cop becomes part of the list that follows and the “It” the woman leaps past refers back to the list.
either way, I like the poem a lot.
January 6th, 2005 at 4:55 am
one thought after reading it several times, if I may be so bold
The reference to the bull is perfect. I feel the references (2 lines) to the red cape are, well, the weakest link.
I know this screws up the 4 line stanzas, but it flows without those lines… the crying cop becomes part of the list that follows and the “It” the woman leaps past refers back to the list.
either way, I like the poem a lot.
January 6th, 2005 at 4:55 am
one thought after reading it several times, if I may be so bold
The reference to the bull is perfect. I feel the references (2 lines) to the red cape are, well, the weakest link.
I know this screws up the 4 line stanzas, but it flows without those lines… the crying cop becomes part of the list that follows and the “It” the woman leaps past refers back to the list.
either way, I like the poem a lot.
January 6th, 2005 at 4:55 am
one thought after reading it several times, if I may be so bold
The reference to the bull is perfect. I feel the references (2 lines) to the red cape are, well, the weakest link.
I know this screws up the 4 line stanzas, but it flows without those lines… the crying cop becomes part of the list that follows and the “It” the woman leaps past refers back to the list.
either way, I like the poem a lot.
January 6th, 2005 at 4:55 am
one thought after reading it several times, if I may be so bold
The reference to the bull is perfect. I feel the references (2 lines) to the red cape are, well, the weakest link.
I know this screws up the 4 line stanzas, but it flows without those lines… the crying cop becomes part of the list that follows and the “It” the woman leaps past refers back to the list.
either way, I like the poem a lot.
January 6th, 2005 at 4:55 am
one thought after reading it several times, if I may be so bold
The reference to the bull is perfect. I feel the references (2 lines) to the red cape are, well, the weakest link.
I know this screws up the 4 line stanzas, but it flows without those lines… the crying cop becomes part of the list that follows and the “It” the woman leaps past refers back to the list.
either way, I like the poem a lot.
January 6th, 2005 at 4:55 am
one thought after reading it several times, if I may be so bold
The reference to the bull is perfect. I feel the references (2 lines) to the red cape are, well, the weakest link.
I know this screws up the 4 line stanzas, but it flows without those lines… the crying cop becomes part of the list that follows and the “It” the woman leaps past refers back to the list.
either way, I like the poem a lot.
January 6th, 2005 at 4:47 am
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January 6th, 2005 at 3:31 am
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January 6th, 2005 at 3:21 am
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