Posts Tagged ‘ Scarecrow ’

I beg . . . . , a poem by Scarecrow

I beg . . . .

 

I beg no coffin between my bones and this earth.

May the worm pass through as swiftly as a comet

across the night sky.

 

This life!

 

 

 

8.26.13

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You want to learn about prayer?, a poem by Charlie (Scarecrow) Mehrhoff)

You want to learn about prayer?

Walk these forests and fields.

 

All of the green in the world

bending

towards the light.

 

 

2011

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The voice is fading., a poem by Scarecrow

The voice is fading.

 

Now pour those coins out of that cup,

fill it with wine!

 

You have already joined me.

 

And the roof is leaking starlight.

 

Do not fear the cold

nor the pitch ass blackness

 

setting in.

 

 

 

11.28.13

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upon the celestial ship . . . a poem by Scarecrow

upon the celestial ship

Dogen

hauling dewdrops

to the moon

 

 

 

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Granted, by Scarecrow

Granted

The pines
sitting in the pines themselves.

The whole world
enthroned upon itself.

And so the man prays
to be filled so.

Not out of greed,
rather of a desire to be
one

and only One.

And only then
as these branches,
these stones,
this soil –

let the wind howl
and spark
how she may.

8.25.13
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TAME AS BROKEN, by Scarecrow

TAME AS BROKEN

 

i.

 

Chained to the wall of the universe.  Waiting for civilization

to come to civilization.  This rage of mortality.

This turbulence of want.

 

This howl of meat.

 

Burning meat.  Robot blood.

 

Carnival atmosphere.

 

This last glass of wine.

 

 

 

ii.

 

Flip a switch for daylight

and listen to the machinery groan.

 

The rhythm is off.

Loud and clear.

 

 

 

iii.

 

The very wheat does tremble.

 

 

 

6.25.13

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Scarecrow & skull

ancient machinery required. green skull harvest. – Scarecrow

 

Skull in Disguise by Stephan Balleux

Skull in Disguise by Stephan Balleux

I see the wind . . . by Scarecrow

I see the wind as a cloak for the invisible. I see the wind.

– Scarecrow

Mutts — The Official Site for Mutts Comics — Earl, Mooch and pals — Patrick McDonnell

Mutts — The Official Site for Mutts Comics — Earl, Mooch and pals — Patrick McDonnell.

Only what poems I can carry, by Scarecrow

Only what poems I can carry
in my head

not a fucking word.

9.22.12

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