A City Full of Eyes (James Cilhar)

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POEMS
 • Rancho Nostalgia
 • ’Til We Meet Again
 • Night Song
 • Lonely, Deeply
 • Light and Dark
 • The Face Behind the Mask
 • Johnny Guitar
 • Undercurrent
 • Nora Prentiss
 • King Arthur and His Mob
 • The Normal Lives of
    Good People
 • English Poem
 • The Projectionist
 • Man Proof
 • The Reality Show
 • Modern Maturity
 •
Epistemology Roadshow
 • Nostalgiarama
 • Let’s All Chant
 • Rancho Nostalgia II

 

 

Epistemology Roadshow

Wind busies the bare branches.
And always the birds diving the feeder.

Phrases from an antiques program:
folly, ephemera, provenance.

The author of Don’t Sweat the Small Stuff
died unexpectedly at age forty-five.

China sleeps in my basement.
I write without seeing.

Querulous Paul Lynde says good-bye
to wife Imogene Coca

in Under the Yum Yum Tree,
“See you at lunch. I can’t wait.”

Keep reaching into the past
to grab something new.

Here is the spine of the poem:
I will find worth there.

I will hold worry
like a rocket.

I’ll kick it in the sand.
I will lay it down.

I will bring my case
to the table.

I will ready myself
for an appraisal.


  © James Cihlar, 2012
 

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