The Bushwacked Notebook
Well, I was trying to stay
Tidy, keeping the 'font' small,
But rain kept falling
And the ceiling leaked
Red - brown.
So now I'm proud possessor
Of a hundred and one poems,
Completely discolored, charmless,
Dumb as a coffee stain
And wearing a frown.
poem by Stan Petrovich
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
The Beat
Everything changes,
Except for me:
This paradox burns my boots,
And into life I pass;
Beating the well-meaning devil phrase,
Long night's doctrine,
pharasaism of time;
A jolt to the groin, pinhole of supergas-
I remain upright,
old lion in trance.
poem by Stan Petrovich
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
On the Death of Albert Camus
At 200mph
in the deserts of Algeria
he and is companion fully grasped the true meaning of 'absurd.'
They plowed headlong into a tree and were both killed
instantly.
The buzzards ate the eyes first, the good parts,
As they flew into the absurdity of the future.
poem by Stan Petrovich
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
Chain-link Fence
It takes a little pull,
But there you have it:
We are entwined,
All gray metal and olive oil;
This must have sufficed for may centuries,
Because it suffices today.
When I lift my right side
You left raises up;
When I nod my chin,
You say yes yes unto me.
poem by Stan Petrovich
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
Girl
In constant fear
For your snaking thought
Rounding my selfish and prone position
Fishes of contact
Undisturbed by the cloudy waters
I am stuck
Wishing against farewells
Because for that I am a most tired advocate
Der Abschied
The farewell
After which there is no other.
poem by Stan Petrovich
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
20th Century Doings, Part I
My name is Dmitri Shostakovich-
Maybe you have heard a symphony of mine-
Anyway, a soviet railway designer and I,
Whe were on good terms,
Went into a great wood together
To get drunk on vodka.
The variegated sounds of nature babbled in my ears,
When to my great surprise he said:
poem by Stan Petrovich
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
Eating Rattlesnake at Tortilla Flat
''It will taste just like chicken, ' the waitress said.
I poked at it a bit,
I did not finger-lick it,
I did not think of Cather or Steinbeck,
I thought of The Colonel instead,
Coughing out a laugh.
They gave me the rattle I no longer needed.
My father asked what
The matter was.
poem by Stan Petrovich
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
Change
my hair goes from green
to red and yellow
bristling
my fingernails lose their summer sheen
become dull to scrape the cooling
waters
and then again
everything happens in october
i am not man
i am not tree
mineral i am not
i am the ethereal haze
growing sundry around
the straight down sun
poem by Stan Petrovich
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
Hit by Lightning
Needless to say
It came in a flash.
My feet took the brunt;
My hair caught fire;
My heart came up my throat.
I gained the wisdom of Socrates
And the rest.
So, on hands and knees,
In respiratory distress,
I shook it off.
And went to a variety store
And bought a set
Of little plastic
Dinosaurs.
poem by Stan Petrovich
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
Sack O' Woe
I saw an outlaw the other day
Carrying a severed head in one hand
And holding the other to his own bandaged head,
Screaming, 'Get me away! Get me away! '
So I did him a favor
And shot him in the leg.
He hopped off bleeding into the desert.
When will it ever end,
And become mild and pleasant again?
poem by Stan Petrovich
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!