Stan Petrovich Poems
- And The Rains Came After a 100-day drought Wringing the ...
- Lost Love I have lost my love of mankind, for his ...
- The Wine Of Samadhi This is true: In a state of ...
- Heracles He was a massive storm: He was never meant for the...
- Family Feuds Wilson, Wickford and Dunne Were gunslingers and...
- Life Can Be Life can be a little pat, The limp handshake of...
- The Bee In search of something real: to it it is nectar; ...
Appearing in a mirage, I wandered the Arizona desert for forty years, always alone, always lost. The heat takes its toll on verbs, not adjectives. There are not two ways to approach dehydration; only one, the one with symbols. Petroglyphs in rock show the way to live without presumptuous glory.
Then, tired of the blistering sands, turning to my later years I longed for the sea. The green currents called. So leaving the Gila mirage-maker behind wound my way to Massachusetts, to watch the sea examine what it created, and to die. more »
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And The Rains Came
After a 100-day drought
Wringing the patience from everybody's pores,
The rain finally enshrouded the concrete city;
Strange hungry plants invaded odd corners,
And tales of woe became tales of defeat.
The cars & trams were uselessly
Bound in a fog that lasted sun to sun;
Peculiar denizens of the forest deep
Fell punctuating from the sky.
An epidemic of ricketts, were it not for
Vitamin D capsules, made way.
Some were not immune.
Posters of bowlegged young men
Dr. Armundsun invented a tea,
With the extracts of saffron, ...