The White Pigeon & The Drunk [With Commentary]
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Here we have two poems, on on a Pigeon Dennis observed at a cafe, and a drunk, he creates two poems here, and mixes them with a commentary using earth as his stepping stone. We as humans are weaker I suppose than earth, and the pigeon is weaker than man, perhaps he is saying something with all this. I will have to read it again. Rosa
1) The White Bobber Pigeon [de: Favorita Café de Miraflores, Lima, Peru]
The White Bobber [Pigeon] bobs (up and down), as he slowly walks the sidewalk (in Lima, Peru): pacing to and fro (bobbing his head forward and back): to and fro—eating crumbs that Juan throws onto the walk in the front of his restaurant; amazing I think, to watch this dumb creature walk right up to him, eating (not even chewing), swallowing those big hunks of bread: this white dirty-winged pigeon.
Somehow I get the notion this White Bobber pigeon can reason: is he entertaining me and Juan? Perchance he has forgotten he’s just a dirty winged pigeon?
#1346, 5/11/06, 5:45 PM Thursday, at the Favorita Café, de Miraflores, Lima, Peru.
2) Everlasting [The Drunk]
Tail of his eye Eyes like dirty yellowish Clay marbles— The tail end—fixed Whispers (bs) then waits “Help!” Like a hog with his Throat cut; a Cigarette shaped into… The weeds—wiping His trouser-cuffs The shadows crawl Up to his knees… Wrist-deep, it sinks into His flesh!…
#830 11/27/05 [found after misplacing it, 5/9/2006]
[Commentary] It sometimes gets to me, watching nature mix with its creatures and humans, all mixed together; the earth saying: let’s become one; the earth breeds, breathes for us, as it does for the lesser creatures than us, I do believe. It is alive, amongst many other brothers and sisters it has in its solar system. And our solar system is part of a galaxy, which is in comparison to a larger body, surrounded by constellations and the Universe as a whole; perhaps the universe is the body, and earth but a cell within it, no more. If Earth is wounded, so are its nuclear family: Mars, Saturn, and Mercury, and so forth and so on; it is earth’s birthright, to be part of the bigger picture (in that capacity), to support us, as w are weaker, but blessed beings from the Most High; we are quite dependent on her, are we not? As if she was a mother, our unspeaking mother you might say; should she have an abortion, God help us all.
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