Dirty Work
Pointing to the partridge my dog
admires my finger, devoted.
Pretty poems eclipse what it takes
to make out.
Not about the trash she says: it' s
about the relationship.
Beauty in the I of the beholder
like a Lincoln log..
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WORD
Like wearing the cross, holding it up
in the face of vampires or sticking it
on the dashboard of my Buick.
Warding off the Evil I.
My language is crucial, safe, protecting:
right words. references, bible verses I
repeat at night I repeat at night as I lay
me down to sleep.
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Satanic: I often accuse my colleagues of
trying to garden in tuxedos. It's dirty
work and they insist on staying clean
and sober, stain-less steel--eschewing
confusion and all the mess that mothers
invention.
Neat and Tidy, all done up in formal
world pants. Ok. sing hallelujah to the
choir then, and be done with it. But
don't be considering your self a gardener.
Sheep herd, maybe but even they wore
smelly wooly coats and slept in fields.
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I choose, as a determining POINT in my life, to acknowledge a bullet fired into the armpit of my grandfather, Samuel Scoville, Jr. by a thief in the night sometime in the late 19thc.
The thief escaped, my grandfather having pulled his own pistol from beneath the pillow, squeezing off a couple of rounds and sending the burglar scurrying into the
For reasons of family notoriety, the incident was reported in both
In those days couples were not advised to be alone. Unaccompanied.
Sam took a steam-driven locomotive train down to
For one thing: YOU, dear Reader, wouldn’t be reading THIS HERE right now, resurrecting these words to walk around in your skull-haus this very be-here-now moment. So even you are impacted forever by that bullet.
(I could drive up to Connecticut right now, retrieve the small bite of lead, drop it in your hand and remind you how co-incidental our life is—how inexplicable, how arbitrary & selective our accounts, how much we omit which is also absolutely necessary, how inadequate our because & affects.)
The bullet is a NECESSARY but INSUFFICIENT cause of who-I-am, without which any explanation would be incomplete. Sam Scoville
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