Collage by Michael Harford who can be contacted at audiohistory@yahoo.com or click the image above to see more of Michael Harford’s artwork.
I Think I’m on to Something
I think I’m
on to
something.
Wait here,
I’ll go
check
it out.
Category Archives: poems & short jabs
i think i’m on to something
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galaxies at my feet
Galaxies at My Feet
I’m so
far out
the entire
universe
is receding.
Whole galaxies
crawl at
my feet
like snails.
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the short shrift
The Short Shrift
We live
in the
echo of
memories &
give the
moment the
short shrift.
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cupid's quiver empty
Cupid’s Quiver Empty
The memory
of her
smile that
stole your
heart
& then
broke it,
her lips
that whispered
Biblical lies.
Now there’s
just a
bright light
in the
night sky
a million
light-years
from its
source,
incubator
of dreams.
Cupid’s quiver
is empty
& his
bow unstrung.
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an old man defies death with a snow shovel
An Old Man Defies Death with a Snow Shovel
It snowed
all night
the temp
dropped to
zero the
moon came
out &
the alarm
went off.
He rolled
out of
bed into
his clothes
put on
his boots
lit a
cigarette &
went out
the door
into darkness.
He smiled
at the
moon in
the maple
tree snapped
up the
shovel &
stepped off
the porch,
shoveled
straight to
the sidewalk
cut left
& shoveled
clear to
the corner,
U-turned &
shoveled back
to his
walkway.
A stabbing
pain under
his rib
cage made
him light-
headed &
he fell
face-down
in the snow.
He let
the good
earth
give him
mouth-to-mouth
& then
rolled on
his back,
made a
snow angel
lit another
cigarette
flirted with
the moon
some more
stood up
& continued.
Back in
the house
he stood
with a
cup of
black coffee
in the
dark staring
out the
window at
the snow,
glistening
in moonlight.
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