The Wastelander's Notebook, Vol. 1

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Homer Hogan's out of date and out of print Dictionary of Modern American Synonyms ($1.75! Published in 1959!) lists the word "wastelander" as a synonym for "writer." Don't you love it? I love it. (By the way, don't you love Michelle's design updates on the website? We are MUTATING and will soon look like the five-legged steers in Oakley, Kansas! See below for a brief tour of the Prairie Dog Town complex a post or two back.)

Contracts are being haggled over; legal matters are buzzing; the movie director is meeting with the Oscar-friendly script writer. In other words, The Hummingbird is close to being a film deal. As promised, I will tell you as soon as the ink is on the paper.

I've been looking through my notebooks lately. Thought you'd enjoy a peek. Me, wastelander; you, bibliophage. Eat this blog.

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The Wastelander's Notebook, Vol. 1

Eyes play tricks in Arizona sun.
Sign saying
FREE LUBE
and
OIL CHANGE
becomes
FREE GIANT
GILA
MONSTER.

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Work, my business is play. Don't interrupt.

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learned today
Marilyn Manson
doesn't inspire
haiku

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brown face always smiling:
look
how I fail to understand
the cricket.

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like my hand, moving in dreams--
on her breast,
the cricket's shadow.

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horrible fly eating shit:
10,000 snowy mountains reflected in its eye

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Last night, I heard a cricket
say Neruda, Neruda, Neruda....

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A sign in a store window in Oak Park, Illinois:

OK, OK, so we aren't
that friendly,
but at least
we bathe!

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They think I take notes:
department meeting notebook.

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my first love.
we once rode out a tornado together.
when the windows shattered, she washed blood from my feet.
today,
they scatter her ashes.

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touched by your lover's hand
my God
it's full of bones

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lying naked beside my wife
2:45 in the morning
cold Louisiana wind sizzles
in the live oaks
100 feet high: ten acorns
an hour tap dance on our roof,
cat purrs, dog snores,
the wind blows like a sea tide.
that's all.
I have nothing more I can tell you.

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Things That Are Poems in Themselves: pumpjacks nodding in drought-killed fields/the wind in Bakersfield and the word "pumpjack"/the smell of 1965 tortillerias/old pencil in a stained coffee cup/the abandoned church in Raton Pass/one footprint/a telephone ringing unanswered at 3:00 a.m./taillights rounding a far bend/that love-smell on your skin/the word "Interstate"/old woman in a diner staring at her soup/aspen leaves almost sullied by mud/an old man in a park breaking off pieces of his sandwich to feed the birds.

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every name in the world for cricket
sounds like a cricket naming the world:
cricket, grillo, grillot, gharhat,kiichul, panzi, criquer.

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her nipple
hides
the volcano

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"You may attribute miracles to Him, but not nonsense." CS Lewis

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See you next time, dear reader...Luigi

Comments

Anonymous (not verified)

"Her nipple
hides
the volcano."
Jijo! Tanto es lo que dices,
Luis y en tan pocas palabras.
Esas cinco palabras me traen
recuerdos! De veras que me
los traen. Thank you, Luis.
Thank you Cinderella.
Estoy con el bestseller:
"The Devil's Highway". Una
maravilla. I love you guys.
Un amigo de Texas, John Saunders

James (not verified)

I hate to criticize:
but you missed a homonym:
griot.
Storyteller,
one who speaks
as if from truth.

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