~IX. A Tender Wrapping~

01/23/2012

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~soon after the turn of the century~
~Quodlibet won the Maria Cerjak award~
~for avant-garde/experimental writing~


~Quodlibet~
~The Hundred Bites~
~IX~

~the tiny old woman~
~wraps them in her housecoats~
~bunny slippers~
~dries their shaggy heads with a towel~
~you are old men now~
~in your fifties for god sake~
~you have no business~
~riding those damned machines~
~they sit on her couch shivering~
~smiling at each other~
~her two oldest sons~
~having ridden their Harleys~
~five hundred miles in the rain~
~to celebrate her birthday with her~
~she brings them hot coffee~
~loves them well~
~helps them roll their machines~
~into the dark warmth of her barn~
~the very next year~
~her bunny slippers are gone~
~& so is she~
~the brothers ride~
~their tears hide the rain~

~IX.  A Tender Wrapping~

~standing up for pennies~
~all hail at a dollar down~
~these blankets~
~ a hundred pound weight~
~strive to earn alive a shroud~
~a safe place to bury your worried face~
~o children learn to walk away~
~plant your seeds~
~your garden of youth~
~be tall & kind to yourselves~
~those older whom look away~
~may be kind & understanding~
~ever useful in the odd circumstance~
~such as surviving under siege~
~construction of birthing & burial blankets~


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~VIII. Kisses/Mystery Forever~

01/22/2012

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~Quodlibet~
~The Hundred Bites~
~VIII~


~an old man~
~back against a tree~
~forgets his dreams in the shade~
~sidesteps into memories~
~sees clearly what was not~
~refuses to question what was~
~blushes when his thoughts turn to her~
~his leather paper-thin skin~
~red in the autumn~
~come winter his life~
~finally terribly alone~
~& none the worse for it~
~he recalls the twisted angles~
~primal howls~
~language of his birth~
~that it was she he learned to forget~
~his now & only found~

~VIII.  Kisses/Mystery Forever~

~I am not about to look at your photograph~
~you are not an image died yet~
~I sense a ringing of word~
~ingots piled high in our brain~
~a pendulum of centuries pealing~
~against our skulls until we are curiously aroused~
~there are those who consider mystery ~
~an only true for ever~
~certain knowledge of this implied~
~& tied to the tongues of dead heroes~
~thank you; I would kiss your flaws rather~
~make mud on the dirt of your skin~

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©artwork & words conceived by & property of
Tom (WordWulf) Sterner©
Quodlibet was published by Howling Dog Press
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