i collect shells from beaches.

they bring me luck,

they bring me the ocean.

now, i have a nautilus -

and its tiger-skin thin shell

will always bring me you.

 

~susan 8/08/02

"Super Stick One"- (c) Meanders 08/09/2002

 

‘Duppies' are the ghosts
down bayon trees
through owls eyes
hoot-howling in the darkest
dark of night...

 

Draw the covers...sheets of white
shiver eye-shy at the peep
beneath the pine-wake
of Ole Man Cole
his walking stick
now laid to rest

 

But come the night again
on his tap-stick walks
his wake of living steps
as now his white sheet floats
in the moonlight
through this window
I lay quake-like
see his eyes
and I scream
"Ole Man Cole"
in my bed.
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meanders -

just so i know (when i get around to this page) ----------

what's "bayon"?

is that supposed to be banyon trees?

or bayou trees?

 

i dunno.  please explain.

 

this is scary btw.

hope u got a favorite blankie.

me

 

 

Hi Susan

 

Happy to see you back....

 

Yes, typo... no 'banon'... it should be   B A N Y A N   trees

 

Banyan tree is massive in its growth

and I do want to say 'down banyan trees' because in the poem I mean they 'the duppies' are underneath, downunder these banyan trees.

 

Yeh, I tried to make it scary, thanks Susan..

 

Should I delete and correct spelling and repost?

 

"Meanders"

nah.

i'll correct the typo when i do the page.

 

any others, just let me know.

s.

 

Index finger-capped & thumb-blotted,

So I'm making this scouring-the-skillet sound, aren't I?

And my ears are massaged to cloth so that I can hear inner noises.

My inner noises and not your low rumbling snore.

But all I can feel is my own sleep-driven tiredness

and the rushes of sands filtering

I'm trying to see the wriggling-swimmers under

the cooling tides of sweat on my flesh.

My fingers and thumb grow hot with the friction

of grinding buttons - like a gambler warming his dice.

I want you to wear these being-worn-down buttons 

on your first coat in your first winter.

I'm calling you with their sound from the dark,

open-wide eye of night.

Please come soon.