tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12229254.post113699610920818142..comments2023-10-01T11:09:42.394-04:00Comments on Blog with a View: Undercoatcruelanimalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08045809979308725755noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12229254.post-1137726740368911632006-01-19T22:12:00.000-05:002006-01-19T22:12:00.000-05:00RM:Nice images and you obviously enjoy having fun ...RM:<BR/><BR/>Nice images and you obviously enjoy having fun with form. I appreciate you sharing your poem.cruelanimalhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08045809979308725755noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12229254.post-1137620750006529362006-01-18T16:45:00.000-05:002006-01-18T16:45:00.000-05:00Faded denim, unclaimed,And it feels like the under...Faded denim, unclaimed,<BR/>And it feels like the underneathside<BR/>Of an old toupee that's about<BR/>To be adjusted on a bald head<BR/>Still perfumed like mop water.<BR/> <BR/>Sloughed off, the heap of clothes<BR/>That smell like past carnival or undecided lives<BR/>That a man with clumsy hands and <BR/>Needleprickedfingertips consciously sewed together<BR/>As though the perfumes dormant now were<BR/>Threads he had shopped for.<BR/> <BR/>Like rain in july with all its lonely promises<BR/>Of nothing meaningful anymore than this. And<BR/>She likes to sit at the window. Knowing she's lost<BR/>In the patchwork sky of lightning and foldedclouds.<BR/>Her coffee smells like ten years old and Christmas<BR/>With her dad. And the glass in the window smells<BR/>Like the court house basement she got married in.<BR/> <BR/>July Rain, knows that when she sniffs the<BR/>Sleeves and the pant cuffs, she will smell mop water<BR/> & cat litter and vacuum bags stuffedtoofull;<BR/>At the knees, she will discover<BR/>Where he has patched the old with new<BR/>And it will be the perfume of strikesparessplits<BR/>And exhaled pins' breath.<BR/>And at the holey pocket that his<BR/>Pens and change fell through, she will smell<BR/>Turtlewax&greasypinmachines patching it complete.<BR/> <BR/>Without a nametag, its claimed by her,<BR/>A patchwork uniform that she leaves still discarded<BR/>In the floor so that the threads of its<BR/>New life will fade in eventually<BR/>Like the worn dyepatterns across its chest. <BR/> <BR/><BR/>Ricky MassengaleAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12229254.post-1137188422145904812006-01-13T16:40:00.000-05:002006-01-13T16:40:00.000-05:00DrM:Very very nice. Thanks.DrM:<BR/><BR/>Very very nice. Thanks.cruelanimalhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08045809979308725755noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12229254.post-1137099038864460912006-01-12T15:50:00.000-05:002006-01-12T15:50:00.000-05:00UndercoatEmpty are the sleeves,With blue wool snag...Undercoat<BR/><BR/>Empty are the sleeves,<BR/>With blue wool snags<BR/>Unraveling on the hooks.<BR/><BR/>What patterns the dyes<BR/>Once flared have faded<BR/>To a uniform background.<BR/><BR/>Such a sorry lump of weave,<BR/>It slouches unrepentant<BR/>As a pile of skinned rags.<BR/><BR/>No name tags are attached;<BR/>This could belong to anyone<BR/>Which may account for why<BR/>It has never been claimed.<BR/><BR/>Dr. MikeAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com