Sunday, August 19, 2007

Frank Morris (#1): Poetic Contemplation.

The late, Boulder poet and friend of mine, Frank Morris.

Excerpted from a version of his poem "Last Roundup":
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crack open a bottle of your best overproof joy for my city wake
and guzzle deeply.
squeeze your weepy waily tears back into onions left in their crackly shells
on the pantry shelf and
go slice your whetstoned feet across
the really living room rug, then

stagger out into the
star sneezed
Elvis glitter
circus night
and scream out just one good
long last blood boiling holler
shattering fine crystal along the next block
just for luck as you

sing me out
footprints on the wind
forever...

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