the
year ends
with
a nest
of
osprey chicks
amid the noise of living
without asking
for approval
---
e b bortz
Saturday, December 27, 2014
Tuesday, December 23, 2014
the jam
following
the death of joe cocker
is running out
from harpoon harry's
tables
on to caroline street
long after caroline
left
without being noticed
voices
rhythms
choose
so springs
every tune of the earth
deserts & stars
hard-knock blues
colors of reggae
a previous life
is always close by
foolishly cast
their caste
of street rules
ignored with perfect pitch
every note
a story
is running out
from harpoon harry's
tables
on to caroline street
long after caroline
left
without being noticed
and
where
the
handsvoices
rhythms
choose
so springs
every tune of the earth
deserts & stars
hard-knock blues
colors of reggae
a previous life
is always close by
long
before officialdom
&
hollow authorityfoolishly cast
their caste
of street rules
ignored with perfect pitch
every note
a story
---
e b bortz
Sunday, December 21, 2014
earth note 310
there's
a depth
to the shallows
of big torch key
undefinable
with the words
that come to mind
the syllables seem
to slip past me
when i least expect it
the tops of the mangroves
at a distance
appear like a hill
or at least a knob
clustered with the horizon
like a continuous
labyrinth not quite
making it to the water
--- e b bortz
to the shallows
of big torch key
undefinable
with the words
that come to mind
the syllables seem
to slip past me
when i least expect it
the tops of the mangroves
at a distance
appear like a hill
or at least a knob
clustered with the horizon
like a continuous
labyrinth not quite
making it to the water
--- e b bortz
Tuesday, December 16, 2014
earth note 309
the
canal jumped
the seawall again
prints of the key deer
left running
the open house
down the road
ended in a hurry
swarm
for an answer
the seawall again
prints of the key deer
left running
the open house
down the road
ended in a hurry
a
cloud
of
turkey vulturesswarm
for an answer
---
e b bortz
Friday, December 12, 2014
window/doorway outta no name key
sometimes the view
is blurred
by distraction
intentional and otherwise
antidote:
touch
the waterrub it in you
---
e b bortz
Sunday, December 07, 2014
earth note 308
turkey
buzzards
know when to make noise
their wings shout
don't fuck with me
know when to make noise
their wings shout
don't fuck with me
---
e b bortz
Thursday, December 04, 2014
minimum wage job on duval street
key
west
inflated by 200%
as the cruise ship horn
screams over the seascape
to return
at once
to the pier
before sunset
are in decline
like the empire itself
so all there is
is the catering
to the high-rollers
international financiers
shift changing
off of wall street
a throng of christian dior
wagging tongues
will never
bring back margaritaville
they're only a whiff
on the sidewalk
a conch highway
can't be bought
to
shake a tee-shirt
off
the 75% off rackinflated by 200%
as the cruise ship horn
screams over the seascape
to return
at once
to the pier
before sunset
the
fishing jobs
and
artist hangoutsare in decline
like the empire itself
so all there is
is the catering
to the high-rollers
international financiers
shift changing
off of wall street
a throng of christian dior
wagging tongues
will never
bring back margaritaville
they're only a whiff
on the sidewalk
a conch highway
can't be bought
---
e b bortz
(published in opednews.com, Dec 25, 2014)
(published in opednews.com, Dec 25, 2014)
Tuesday, December 02, 2014
earth note 307
high
tide is higher
this year than last
the canal crept up
last night
and left its mark
at the feet
of the houses on stilts
road has a wet gray
to its face this morning
the bay is upset
wind blasts away
then suddenly dies
osprey goes hiding
this year than last
the canal crept up
last night
and left its mark
at the feet
of the houses on stilts
road has a wet gray
to its face this morning
the bay is upset
wind blasts away
then suddenly dies
osprey goes hiding
---
e b bortz
Monday, December 01, 2014
a blank piece of paper
and
a gust right out
of my hands
blowing into the unknown
finding itself
gone & away
below the porch
fluttering on
the bicycle spokes
ready for
a journey
of my hands
blowing into the unknown
finding itself
gone & away
below the porch
fluttering on
the bicycle spokes
ready for
a journey
---
e b bortz
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