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the birds in front the window chat//casually
leaned against a pillar, smoking cigarettes
& flap their wings against the rain
there are multilayered facettes to the everyday
touch ‘em
tender with your thumb, breathe in&
take a pen—
there’s a scent to every scene
like the painting that i finished last week
which smells heavily of coffee
“will it fade?”
“i cannot promise” i write
“if you buy it, it’s a risk–“
it always is
— the raw and unplugged
that i fall for– genuine
like a woman in the evening
her face cleaned of all make up
red spots, little veins,
uneven– beauty
in the small bumps on her skin
zooming in
i stand in the garden in my jammies, sieving ash
from last night’s barbecue
which will go into a tupperware, from there
into a painting
or a poem
or just fall
onto the raven’s nose
&make him sneeze
or smile
or both
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today at dVerse we’re writing about or in the style of the poets that inspire us i love the poetry of charles bukowski and bob hicok – my fav poet though and the one who taught me a lot about seeing the specialness & magic of the everyday is my good friend and fellow poet brian miller… so i just wrote about the everyday… or so… smiles