Image borrowed from Bingnot to shoot the neighbor’s dog,
though it needs a bullet badly;
not to run any more yellow lights,
as those damned cameras nail you every time;
not to rail so vehemently against winter,
for it garners no results--it’s like
throwing a sock full of cat shit at the moon;
not to buy a good digital camera
and learn how to use it properly
until Summer, even though
images beckon and icons lurk
behind headstones and junk yard fences;
not to purchase flowers weekly for my wife,
because even beauty can become boring
and love’s flames only need so much fanning;
not to wait another full year before
contacting my brother, for we are both
old men now and need to hug more often;
not to pine for that pistol,
the .357 Ruger revolver
that haunts my dreams;
not to give up seeking Sasquatch
for he waits patiently
for our encounter to come.
Glenn Buttkus
January 2011
Posted over on Applehouse Poetry
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8 comments:
There a lot of good cameras out there with too many buttons. I finally sold my Rollei 2 ¼ box camera, locked my darkroom and now have a fine small Nikon. Make sure you get something with a view finder AND a big window for looking at what you just shot. I didn’t spend much more than 400.00 and sold my Rollei for 700.00 – I was like shooting an old dog that I loved.
My brother in law is a dentist. He had a dog next door driving him nuts. He tossed meatballs w/ sedatives over the fence every morning. It worked. No more barking. Later he noticed the dog was gone. He asked and they said they found it a new home - they wanted a guard dog, and all it was doing was sleeping!
Loved it!
See you Friday!!!
That is my favorite poem I have heard so far! It has so many little snap shots of who you are and what pushes your buttons negatively and turns you on positively...
I liked I Resolve a lot. You seem to have slowed down on your poetry output lately. busy with other things?
Glen: love the variety here, in tone and content. It alternately moved me, made me think, and smile.
Not to overlook the squiggle marks
in my film brother's communiques;
not to think inquiries about any
poor bastard's poetry are slight
and not to take'em too personally.
Not to assume pretentiousness
in another's considered view
because I don't hold one falutin
opinion about poetry sometimes.
not to act on .357 pistol dreams
when I wake in poetic states.
Hmm. Hugs. Brother
The first line really catches you, especially if you know the Context.
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