Friday, August 31, 2007

a couple of poems...

been writing lately. trying out some new magic tricks and the like.

the low rumble of poetry

but never seems to deliver.

a page from a child's diary
the sound of a time clock.

a poignant anecdote
told to an old friend
under a shade tree
over a cold beer.

in a wasteland
the sparkle of a ruby
should be easy
to uncover.

pale white walls
dirty with
the fingerprints of ghosts.

the fertile earth
of an empty grave




the cost of melancholy

it could be
Miles' horn at midnight
or Patsy Cline's voice on sunday

the crackle of radio static
the sound of needles and wax
the quiet of a summer breeze
the odd punctuation of a typewriter

a photograph in
coffee-stained paper sleeves

a hopeless
knot in lace

are the
price we pay

live like humans

the shadow

of everything else.


a walk in the desert

fucking water

what the hell is this?

everyone fat and
bloated, stuffed
from feasting,
bones littering
hardwood forest floor,

flesh and song
and meat and dance.

the extinction
of dust.

it goes on for miles
in every

smiling faces
staring blindly
back at
the face of death.


and if I owe you a letter, this might just be your weekend. just got the typewriter cleaned and oiled and the motherfucker won't shut up...


Blogger H. said...

Yeah, you do...quit lolly-gaggin' & get a-typin'...

12:29 AM  
Blogger christopher cunningham said...

I'm on it, son. gotta get up from an hour and a half sleep to go to the farmer's market, then run some errands, then it's back here to the Compound and at the typer. I started your letter but ended up writing about twenty solid poems.

in the wind by mon...

6:52 AM  
Blogger django5722 said...

As the sun goes down slowly on a damp South Texas Saturday night,
and I no longer have enough light
to read Neruda on the front porch,
your poem "The Cost of Melancholy" seems to say exactly what was hiding in a lonely corner of my mind but I couldn't articulate.

Bill S.

8:04 PM  
Blogger christopher cunningham said...

big bill s:

thanks for visiting and thanks for the kind words. we're all just trying to nail down some aspect of our humanity to the blank page, trying to make a little sense of things...

9:44 AM  

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