Tuesday, July 09, 2013

DN!

http://m.democracynow.org/stories/11894


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3 comments:

Unknown said...

Just wanted to say hi

I grew up in the south west of the city proper. Living around Swissvale, Whittaker, Munhall and West Mifflin.

Lived in Florida and other spurious corners of this silly planet, but wanted to stop and say hello to a fellow poet from the Monagahela and the Valleys of the three rivers

rick@averyvoice.com

12:14 PM
Unknown said...

†The Bronto that I never Saurus
by rw spisak

Oh Bronto, so sorry saurus;
not once but twice removed from us.
not relinquished to museum rust,
not languished piano weary, neath a veil of dust.
must while away the hours you trust.
for far away from us you twice,
it really isn't very...

Not only, do you no longer live,
NOT NOW, in even that slim aware
must give, no live.
Because they said, you never did.
Not even once did breathing.
Deuced duncing life;
not ever child not ever wife.

Reclaimed once, it seemed from ancient mire
now, so short in hours retire.
twitch tossed, great long-tail'ed beast
five hundred tons.
Weaving through our imaginations
your lumbering comes.
We thought you dumb, saw you ten elephants long,
we never thought you hadn't come
Twas said twixt head and tail,
a bristly bundle of fiberous fun,
you drove two brains instead of one.
You cheated death you cheated grave
you never really even came

a miss- I.D.'d they now are knowing
heard from scientific newscasts crowing.
now they know, now seem saying.
Those in whose mind you once seemed playing.
two hundred tons,
a slowly moving mountain of mistake.
You didn't nuzzle the reeds at the lake,
you didn't puzzle at the volcanic passion.
You did't stumble through the marshy morning
while midst munching grasses muffle yawning.
You did't hug the sunlights strength,
you never stretched your tail it's length.
If you live lusty longer, in the minds of those
to whom the thought of bronto comes
small pleasure this, then take it,
comes...your honored here
if ever future numb'er ancient fossils dun.

12:22 PM
Sherry Pasquarello said...

hiya, i grew up in aspinwall and lived in sharpsburg for awhile, live in the burbs now. spend my teenage years back in the late 60s dahntahn.

i love that poem reads better every time. good stuff.

a lot of my work is posted in the 1st year of the blog back in 05 and on-line. if you google me you can find stuff.

2:32 PM

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