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Sun, Apr. 13th, 2008, 02:51 am
happydog: odd-yssey

I live in a hidden fortress on the moon
in King Rabbit's palace
on a golden barge you wait
to be poled across
On the other side there is a magician
wearing a tall hat and
mumbling to himself
in a language that no living being
has used in 5000 years
If you give him the secret pass phrase
which is
"how many layers does an onion have?"
in lieu of an answer
he pulls a hidden lever

the landscape unfolds
into a door
then you go through the door
and on the other side
there is a golden ball
And if you put your hand on that,
a bell will chime

and you will be lifted up on a platform through
the roof and
into the sky

where you may converse in
perfect ease
with the Gods

or if you are very wise indeed
say nothing
and observe the paths
of the stars

Wed, Mar. 26th, 2008, 11:01 pm
happydog: as you go

The name of the name is hidden
and yet it dances down
the middle of the street
playing a tambourine

The dream's dream is forgotten
but everyone remembers it
as soon as they hear a bell

The directions to the place
are off the map
but if you close your eyes and walk
you will be there

You get everything you want
by dropping things as you go

Wed, Feb. 27th, 2008, 12:33 am
happydog: prayer to Tara, 2

you who move dancing
on the space between the waves
of light and sound
touching both
what is sung and seen
the echo of the curve of your belly
and the shape of the small of your back
reflected in every wave

woman of grass
woman of ivory
bright-eyed and laughing

before the utterance of your name
is finished sounding
you are there:

OM TARE TUTTARE TURE SVAHA

beckon me to come forward
let your left hand brush away
the web that winds the mind

let your right hand offer the
diamond-clear water of mercy
so bright it rings in the glass

let the warmth of your skin
make me worthy of your embrace
for you carry the moon in your head
and the sun in your belly
and in the spread of your fingers
the stars fall into place

open the gate to me
bear me in your arms like a child
or lead me by the hand like a lover
I do not care how I go
only that you are there

Wed, Feb. 27th, 2008, 12:25 am
happydog: 1 am or so

they burnt the editor
in effigy
and hung the gatekeeper

and when he died

the moon flew out of his mouth
and back into the sky

Mon, Feb. 25th, 2008, 01:57 am
happydog: the administration

More and more
Spilled foolishness
Fallen into the glass cup
Till once was full of light
Now empty with dark
And overflows
To seep over the counter
And drip onto the floor
Where it dries sticky
Fools step in it
And track it all over the house

Mon, Feb. 25th, 2008, 01:56 am
happydog: fairytale

Things are mostly underwater
Except for those that hold enough
breath
To float
The iron shoes she used
to climb the glass hill
are rusting in the lake but on
the other hand
are quite unconcerned with the
currents
which is the advantage of being
completely at the bottom

meanwhile she is swimming above
like a porcelain skinned porpoise
not really looking to beach herself

because once she lost the formerly
iron shod feet
and they transgressed themselves
into a fish's tail
there is no harm in swimming
all day

and the benefit of transmogrification
is that your fingers
never get pruny from
staying too long

Mon, Feb. 25th, 2008, 01:55 am
happydog: tara prayer 1

Curve of heaven's sprawl
Easy blue
lazy sky woman bedding on
the green waters
Give me a little of your fearless gaze
Silence all the chatter from the back
And bless my ears with that
orchestral silence
Wherein I can hear your heart beat
steady and slow
And your measured footsteps
and even breathing
In the breath of the wind
and every being who breathes it

Honor me with a drop
Of your flowing mind
Where clouds pass off the scene
unforced and untended
here and then gone

let my eyes share what they can of
what you see and let
time stretch out like a lazy cat
Let me know what is important
and not
Let me be wise as you are

Knowing that the world
which is your bride's bed
is always turning and everything
finds its conclusion
and to accept that when what is done
is done, it is gone

Drowsy sky goddess
dream of me fondly
and let my dreams be a little
of yours

Thu, Feb. 21st, 2008, 09:33 am
dryad271: Field trip this weekend!

Fisher Poet's Gathering 2008, Astoria, Washington

I suggest scrolling to the bottom and listening to "I Miss The Fish But I Don't Miss The Fishing".

Who wants to go? :)

Sun, Nov. 4th, 2007, 11:12 pm
zoe_trope: collaboration haiku

I wrote these haiku in a bar in Berlin with my boyfriend.

Words in regular font are mine, italics are Matt's.

My boyfriend has an
unnatural obsession

with Star Wars fan fic.

Shut the fuck up, now
Take a flying fuck, fucker
Ohhh, you burned me bad.

Writer's block is
like trying to borrow a
cervix from your couch.

Most friendly Germans
will tie you up in bed if
you piss on the rug.

Irish coffee is
mysteriously better
when you're in Berlin
.

One can count haiku
syllables on one's fingers...
Amputees are fucked
.

How do amputees
write haiku? I don't know, but
it takes much longer.

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