Musing Marvels 2001
This night Is as calm As a fly Washing his face. The night Has large Gobular eyes As does the fly. The night has Cloud-shaped Pearly, translucent wings As does the fly. The night Is a fly, The night sits On the back of my hand.
Copyright © 2001 Duane Locke
Rich FurmanTequilla and Sadness
Waking up with gravel Like insane makeup caked to the face Nights that spin over the edge And out of control On a rooftop in Tijuana Foot over the ledge Ballerina dance towards the end of time The eyes gawk hazy unfocused dizzy The cars bellow taco stands Catch me when I jump Holy wanting nothingness Sixteen dollars in the pocket Enough for tacos beer The ride home.
Copyright © 2001 Rich Furman
Doug TanouryThe Wedding Poem
Time upon a once I do now recall In memory rich with childhood wonder The fairy tales read at bedtime And prayers said at her bedside Now I lay me down to rest I hope your dreams are just the best Heaven and hell are chambers of the heart For when I am dead I will spend eternity Strolling through summer afternoons A little hand in mine as we walk And talk quite casually of birds and trees And bumblebees burrowing deep in blossoms Awakening to absence that is her finding The fullness of a wonderful womanhood That is her finding now the meaning of mature love And living her days in a happy place of her own making That is crafted by her own choices and Sustained by her own hands I sing now no more in half whispers My tenor rising just above the organ notes The Kyrie and Agnus Dei The Sanctus and Benedictus My prayers of happiness are sung For Latin is the language of heartfelt love Walk once more with me down the nave Toward the altar of this country church Awash in the color of stained-glass light My chest that rises and falls with each breath Is a warehouse of fervent worship As I walk with her toward her life
Copyright © 2001 Doug Tanoury