Lax poems

 

bob lax at patmos

bob lax dried his lines
on the bright rocks
of his dumb revelation

today he pulls
on a sweatshirt

never the same gull
pecked at itself
always the same gull
john’s cave keeps him centered
able to amplify
helped the waters lap
& the seagulls cry

tomorrow he stood
on a crag

he went home & died asleep
his dream was that real

 


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Posted March 29, 2008.


 

bob lax at the inlet

lap                        lap

lap                        lap

him

lap

lap

 


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Posted April 3, 2008.


 

lax > merton

tom would hum
for days
before
we recognized the tune

i forgot the tune
so
tom’s
humming again

 


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Posted April 8, 2008