Poems of Robert Leary
|1.||A Love So Deep....The Alligator and The Butterfly||12/2/2009|
|6.||Bird's Leg Beneath The Dawn||9/18/2012|
|7.||Confrontation With My Face||7/1/2012|
|9.||How Like A Bird||11/21/2010|
|10.||I Loved You All -new-||7/21/2014|
|13.||Let Me Be The One||5/21/2011|
|15.||Ode to Artaud||9/25/2010|
|19.||Reflections in Carpinteria||8/23/2010|
It's been over thirty years I've known these barns.
They've become a part of me like veins on the backs of my hands.
The sawdust and manure fragranted with spices of fresh hay
Wafted in my memories of being carried on to a field
Naked after a night of too much drink
Only to be salvaged by friends sober enough to realize
The mosquitoes would have their way with me.
Friends grown too old to play the game
Exiled to Argentina as all persecuted by time.