My poetry postings have been few and mostly been limited to citing the words of Mr. O'Hara, who gave me the name for the blog and is as close to a hero as I'll let myself have. But seeing how Friday is poetry day and this remarkable piece of spam poetry just came across the transom, I'll break form.
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Dismal, endless plain
Oh you builders,
Dismal, endless plain
I seek, above all, in the wandering
As if your absence now concluded long ago.
That square Oh, 56 x 56
Silence, are in his hand birds in a snare;
Left and right, and far ahead in the dusk.
Sculpting each tree to fit your ghostly form
And piled up at the base of the columns
That desire has ever built, have approached
Grateful, I know, for just such compensations,
Père and Mère Chose could be in conversation
snowdrops and crocuses might be fooled
In stone waves and rock waters, far from day,
To listen, by the sputtering, smoking fire,
Or else, like us, sunk into some long gaze
Dreaming time has reversed, I watch drowned snow
That only you and I can know. Les deux
- by Millard Meeks (aka Peter Muller)
Mr. Meeks-Muller is quite the avid plagiarist, swiping lines from an array of more established poets. And with that, I wish you bon weekend my friends in the computer.
Sidenote: I've been busy, but I'll be back with some good stuff and soon.
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