david jewell poet

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polaroid roses

roses

sleepy inside the raindrop very much a universe all it’s own.

25 things about me….

25 things about me.

1. I would rather be a dolphin or a whale.
2. I would like to take a road trip in outer space.
3. My first car was a 1955 green Cadillac my grandfather gave to me.
4. My second car was a 1967 blue Electra 225 my grandfather gave to me.
5. My third car was a 1977 white Volkswagon Rabbit.
4. Then a Honda Accord briefly in 1987
5. Then a white Mazda RX-7 for a few years.
6. I love driving cross country.
7. I really enjoyed seeing CarHenge in Alliance, Nebraska.
8. I really enjoyed the OZ Museum in Wamego, Kansas.
9. The Hearst Castle in California…and The Grand Canyon are amazing.
10. Russians are my favorite writers.
11. I really enjoyed the whole photography experience much more with film.
12. I love/hate digital photography, computers, cell phones, internet etc. etc. etc.
13. I like watching movies. Quite a bit.
14. I like reading very very much.
15. These sorts of lists pretty much drive me up the wall. But I like other peoples.
16. I like coffee.
17. I really really miss smoking lots of cigarettes and may have to start again someday.
18. People who are sure of themselves sort of bore me to tears.
19. I am hopelessly punctual. Almost never ever ever late at all.
20. I had the same first grade teacher that Dick Van Dyke had.
21. I would like to have a two martini lobotomy…a permanent two drink high.
22. I haven’t been in a fist fight since grade school….and that’s just fine with me.
23. I don’t know why I finally decided to write these 25 things.

encino motel

.

in the time of apples
in a town by the lake
I took a walk in the woods
and never came back.
there were statues . . .
and maybe I turned
to stone out of boredom,
clueless about how
to get home.

 

mannequin daydream

for those who love cigs… like i used to

michelle

9.7.

for the muse c.

.

 

my head is full of

lava and candles.

I’m the sweet monkey

in the parade at dawn.

 

I formulate sentences

with nothing to say.

I strike out in

all directions at once.

 

I’m the ruby resting

on the neck of the Princess.

 

I’m a box of nothing

in an empty boat.

 

I’m a shattered chandelier that fell from the ceiling

as you walked up the stairs.

 

I am everything that is reaching for you

from across the room.

 

I’m the cat that shows up from

nowhere and disappears.

 

I am a conundrum inside an enigma

driving a race car on a moebius strip.

 

The next grapefruit I eat will hopefully be a

pomegranate.

 

I can’t spell my shoe size

 

and am forever barefoot

shuffling across the silver floor.

 

 

 

 

drifting sideways

like a butterfly in the wind

like a sailboat in a hurricane

I want to begin.

 

I look for a compass

and imagine a map.

 

And wonder if it matters

because I could sure use a nap.

 

diari unui mgeni.

entry 1.

 

I see other hoodwinks.

I hear other distances.

palm open wide. . .

martian landscape above.

 

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