SKITTERING
(for Suze Woolf)
Wood dinosaurs in the high tech world, her paintings of utility poles, in between the living and the dead, the bright bold somber colors, blurring dripping, an spots here an there among numbers, letters, directions, warnings, such as LIVE WIRES BEWARE 235193 with uh red zigzag arrow stuck somewhere in between, or uh tall dried out weed stuck next to one, another dried out skeleton remnant, much as the sign on another, Come Join Us For The OLD TIME GOSPEL REVIVAL all this on what use ta be uh tree, giant stick of coffin, giving birth to something in the next world, all these numbers, letters, directions, warnings, becoming obsolete, uh multi-cullard leaf of autumn, skittering across the sidewalk, that will crumble, numbers, letters, directions, warnings, some logical fog we use to hang upon, echo dripping spots of paint.
Johnny Firefly
11-30-11
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This poem was left for me at Zeitgeist during my exhibit there. I'm thrilled to be its recipient, know that my Number paintings were so lovingly perceived, and see heir form reinterpreted in poetry.
It is reproduced with the author's permission.
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