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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Stan Petrovich Poems
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,
I have lost my love of mankind, for his predominance and unstable stewardship of our inadvertently unstable planet earth; the errors that have occurred cannot be reversed: ask the polar bear, ask the space junk falling on our heads. Ask the dreary sun
The Wine Of Samadhi
This is true: In a state of meditation (Straight) I left both mind and body behind
Great Pyramid at Giza
First, I can only think Of the work, the strain, the backs, the bricks; But the Egyptians had good medicine, And it kept the workers going.
Wilson, Wickford and Dunne Were gunslingers and lawmen With a remarkable thing in common: They all had half-brothers they needed to kill.
Cations anions Come in strange colors Unlike fermions That are much duller
Life Can Be
Life can be a little pat, The limp handshake of a mounebank Who steals you blind. Life can be a poisoned substance,
In search of something real: to it it is nectar; When we look for ink, paper and nomenclature; For ours is a world of representation; The bee's is a world of satisfaction.
For you, my sweet; an apple in your mind's eye; a strudle in lieu of a pie. We would, if we could,
Man's Counless Fears
i am stuck here in some kind of walled-in pit; had i legs & arms i might climb out of it.
I Give You This
There as searing beauty in the air You breath. The is viscous tartar In the teeth I leave. No one can be wiser than the
Boy Amid a Scattering of Stones
How could you? I was waving goodbye in that photo You were snapping it A sapling I was
Boneless beasts Whose life is no more Than a wabble in the succulence of plankton, Far below light,
William S. Burroughs
After he scored & injected, he wrote t was like sighng in a warm bath. He was paranoid, being both priest and doctor.
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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, ...