omfg. the hsc is over.
Nov. 10th, 2007 12:08 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I found a poet! He was hanging out at the end of a Robin/Nightwing fanfic. (A good one, too.) Next time I'm in a bookstore I'll look out for Michael Tieg. He's terribly obscure, I think, because Google only turns up that same fanfic a couple of times and also this review.
How much string is in the world.
Who has it.
There is a dog barking, no dog to see,
the piebald horse seems small for the field.
It is too bright and I need a nap.
It is practically burning with flowers.
I’ve heard of the light
no one wants to be photographed in
and this must be it.
Consider once, it was snowing, I made a little bird
but it was a pathetic thing
all duct tape and longing
and knocking about the chairlegs like a dustball.
I made another but the fucker bit me.
I made another
this one completely empty.
Or how in a good month for conversation
my Uncle Frank in a field sensing deer
shot himself in the foot
and his first wife continued with the dishes
looking out the window at the laundry line,
power line, pig’s ear, who knows?--
and later driving away with the car
while he remained on the couch watching hockey.
Consider the cold and tomatoes come together
and how of course I’d love to have you.
Here, have a balloon. Have two.
-Michael Tieg
How much string is in the world.
Who has it.
There is a dog barking, no dog to see,
the piebald horse seems small for the field.
It is too bright and I need a nap.
It is practically burning with flowers.
I’ve heard of the light
no one wants to be photographed in
and this must be it.
Consider once, it was snowing, I made a little bird
but it was a pathetic thing
all duct tape and longing
and knocking about the chairlegs like a dustball.
I made another but the fucker bit me.
I made another
this one completely empty.
Or how in a good month for conversation
my Uncle Frank in a field sensing deer
shot himself in the foot
and his first wife continued with the dishes
looking out the window at the laundry line,
power line, pig’s ear, who knows?--
and later driving away with the car
while he remained on the couch watching hockey.
Consider the cold and tomatoes come together
and how of course I’d love to have you.
Here, have a balloon. Have two.
-Michael Tieg
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Date: 2007-11-09 03:09 pm (UTC)Do you have a myspace thing? There's another lady but you need a myspace account to read her as she's a bit shy. She's fantastic though. I do the odd bit and bob Like this (http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendID=107002043&blogID=229417538&Mytoken=0CA25773-0893-46F0-BDBC1EA432756CFC4097591) but I'm nothing to get excited about.
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