Adam's Beanstalk

A daily adventure-bag of insights and old bones from an unknown poet in Manitoba's south. Caveat: Not everything is to be taken literally. Things are often shaded with poetic crayons; be the owl. Also, not all these bones are collected from different fields. Find themes that run througout each post and the journal as a whole; the most insignificant event may be part of an ear.

Tuesday, September 04, 2007

writing a blog
is easy
when nobody is reading-

just curl up
like a philosopher by/
a torn page in
the fire
yes, (making)
everything around
the me
charcoal dust
a glowing wormity

you are erasable!

i know you have drifted
like a beggar
bound for Beulah
-gotten lost in the flax
and for this moment
[let me savour]
.I be
there is milk
squeezed from the leaf
that flows
down the side
of the mountain.