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There's a coffee can on a cliff
Like a shoeshine cup it sits
One minute
You watch the surf
Playing songs in La Jolla
Drinking margaritas over pits
Breeding dobermans for Detroit
The next, you're unlidding ashes
Contemplating their color
Probing the density
Wondering which parts are soul,
Which bone, pointy splitback ears in styrofoam
You might take a spoonful
With a shooter, a chaser, a shine
Crimped salt shaker and tangy lemon
Like a friend of mine, Claire
Who always wanted to go standing
But went bunny hopping instead
Man did she have a bounce
Smooth wedge and a six foot dismount
This world can't be unfair
Until you sit with the diamondmaker
Notice these road signs all point west
Where ceramic mugs are big business
Lined with liners of 'handmade' silk
You've got to squeeze out
Fresh juice if you want fresh
Just remember that coffee
Doesn't come from Park Place
And this place...
This spinning tequila worm you chance
Well, it's nothing, but relief
On the cliff
Tailor Bell
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Alison Cassidy (9/25/2008 3:12:00 AM)
You must read this one without trying to make sense of it. Listen to it - like music. Just let it play and absorb the sensations you feel, the images you see, the unpredictable flow of it and somehow understand..... why you were inspired to write about 'coffee can on a cliff'. Bloody magnificent poem. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ |
Will Barber (9/1/2008 10:33:00 PM)
Blending the macabre, the divine - absurd, on the cliff. - Will |
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