What we could say
is hidden
behind our words
EL SEBBO
Monthly Archives: May 2008
heavy wind, but no rain
Tonight
a violent wind
blows the city
to dust
Trees bend
people squint
as if in bright
sunlight
A haze
envelops the streets
women wrestle their skirts
hair tossed
every which way
A violent wind
shreds the city
tonight
Palm fronds litter
Sunset Boulevard
the homeless huddle
like refugees
in the entryway
of a long abandoned
nightclub
The weather
is the one thing
this town cannot control
(D. James)
Japanese lawnmower
I am mowing the lawn
a blackbird keeps me company
– almost a haiku
EL SEBBO
dead-stop
Spun out
with nowhere
to turn
Looking for
a piece of mind
Knowing it’s
what we make of it
that matters
But still holding back
giving in to frustration
and wasting countless hours
(D. James)
Precaution
I am wearing shades
because I am afraid
my eyes might exist
EL SEBBO
self-referential riddle #1
If I told you
I wrote this
for the sake
of writing it
Made it up
just now as
the words for
their meaning
and nothing
more
Would it hold
weight …
respond to gravity?
Or do we have
to assign some other
definition to make it
a poem,
something greater
than what it is?
(D. James)
TRACERS (To R. Rauschenberg)
Robert Rauschenberg has passed away
unfortunately death is not transparent
EL SEBBO
