Still Beautiful, by Michael Rothenberg

I should be sleeping

 

Squirrel taps the fence

calls for more sunflower seeds

 

Dizzie Gillespie and Joan of Arc wing

through invisible curtains

 

...exhale on fall, puff and click

 

Break and bleed

 

Asphalt in the coffee cup

 

I dive into the aquarium

Read poetry to the sharks

 

You blow your nose

into a roll of toiletpaper

 

                                   Trilobites and white fungus

Sugar snap peas!

Otters, tamarind and other legumes

 

Wake up, Goddammit!

 

The congregation kneels

at the edge of the great chasm

between blood and intellectual feasibility

 

A boy walks his spotted dog down by the creek

How did transparency get so complicated?

 

If we’re opposed to the war

then we should stop the war

 

Mall culture

Fix-a-leak

Wireless amelioration

Scorpion on the sink

 

Finally it’s afternoon
Stomach empty

Yogurt beaten senseless by antibiotic

 

There’s no better cure for greed than starvation

 

What do you believe in?

 

Roses aren’t necessarily red, yellow, white

There’s lilac and orange sherbert

 

Foxglove

Glowworms

Red Ribbons

 

I discover something permanent

But don’t know what to do with it

 

Blue butterflies crowd around bell pepper and tomato plant

The neighbor washes bird poop off his car

 

Who’s your daddy?

“Mother Nature. . .”

 

Redwoods, madrone, oak

and a telephone pole

 

I look for an answer to life

in Bob Kaufman’s “Cranial Guitar”

 

Doodles

 

The TV inspires fear and paranoia

Corporations own the key to our salvation

Own the bombs and communication

Own the oil

 

Doodling makes me forget myself


I move the living rock, lithops, into the shade

There are two varieties with different care needs

trying to survive in the same clay pot

 

I’m looking for an ecological compromise

 

Doodling inspires diplomacy

but doesn’t require it

 

I like to draw little lines

 

“Are you sleeping? Are you sleeping”

 

Pesty jays and crows caw and caw

 

Sneeze

Sniff

Cough

Sniff

 

Where can I get a salad for lunch?

 

In market places, bus stops,

funerals on any corner of the world

Prices rise and we’re better off for it

 

A purple petunia blossoms from a skull.

 


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