Wednesday, August 3, 2016

OTI:three poems and notes:8/3/16

Open To Interpretation


I don't know where all the bugs have gone.
Now and then I see one moth by the porch light at night.
Some of the screens are gone from the old house's windows,
Open always because of the heat,
But no bugs fly in.
Only one mosquito has bedeviled me so far this summer.
Late at night I startle the one large cockroach looking bug
With the bathroom light.
Impulse is to squish it, but a sympathy for a rare sighting
Stays my foot.
What is happening?
I don't know, maybe nothing.
But bugs have diminished in Town since I was a kid.

Jigsaw Puzzles

Jigsaw puzzles make me want to poo,
Information the local pharmacy might rue,
It's what their medicines are supposed to do.
Then again, in the toy section they sell puzzles too.

Potions And Spells

My potions and spells
Are unreliable magic,
None so certain as your smile.


Notes: I had to write up Bugs and Jigsaw Puzzle, which are goofs, to get to Potions and Spells, which was twice as long, and it's fine!...the sentiment I wanted...thinking on Objective Correlatives, OCs, (previous post), I tried to think of examples...'Examples of what, DavidDavid?'...'Prophets.'...Prophets pop up now and then...St. Francis, St. Joan...reading in the old lore, one old scholar seemed to think they were on like a four hundred year schedule...God leaves the Israelis alone for a stretch, then sends a prophet to set them straight, as being wayward seems their inevitable tendency!...Temples and rituals and priestly culture, is always about, but only on rare occasions does a prophet show up...and I've come to the thought that that is what all the temples and rituals and priestly culture are for...there's that favorite scene of mine in Mad Max Beyond Thunder Dome...the kids in the desert oasis, a kind of Never Never Land, who keep alive with rituals and ceremony the memory of the plane crash in the escape from Armageddon, and are awaiting the return of Captain Walker...


Time counts and keeps countin', and we knows now finding the trick of what's been and lost ain't no easy ride. But that's our trek, we gotta' travel it. And there ain't nobody knows where it's gonna' lead. Still in all, every night we does the tell, so that we 'member who we was and where we came from... but most of all we 'members the man that finded us, him that came the salvage. And we lights the city, not just for him, but for all of them that are still out there. 'Cause we knows there come a night, when they sees the distant light, and they'll be comin' home.


ah...and here I find the 'distant light'...!!!


The light might be the world's best bug attractor, establishing a new ecosystem of moths, bats, and owls.


...'How in the world did you get from that to that, DavidDavid!?'...'potions and spells'...



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