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October 2009 
adrift
Posted on Jun 15th, 2007
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davie
davie
the ocean
she turned to him dramatically
sighed, “you are not a man
come home”
but he persisted and made
a tenuous peace with mountains
then he broke a man’s arm (for
raping a prostitute) and they
threw him in the can.
his real crime, though, was trying to catch
moments in words. now sentenced to life
finding words in the moment
his heart breaks
he is drifting monkey moonshine
he is a bedtime story
a pleasant dream
he is homeless apricot vinegar
he is
adrift.
she turned to him dramatically
sighed, “you are not a man
come home”
but he persisted and made
a tenuous peace with mountains
then he broke a man’s arm (for
raping a prostitute) and they
threw him in the can.
his real crime, though, was trying to catch
moments in words. now sentenced to life
finding words in the moment
his heart breaks
he is drifting monkey moonshine
he is a bedtime story
a pleasant dream
he is homeless apricot vinegar
he is
adrift.
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really good. my favorite of your poems i've seen so far.
Donny
This might be an odd request Davie, perhaps you could mail it to me, but I'm wondering about the monkey… what is a monkey to you? Because I've seen it so many times now, imbedded in your stories.
Well, commenting this poem: Totally in love with the first paragraph and the fourth. Those are absolutely exquisite. And then the heart break, when a poets heart bleeds he uses it as ink in his pen and I sense your pen is well filled.
Thanks for sharing your writings here and elswhere, handy men are welcome!
Achingly fine lines, Davie.
John