3.23.2006

Writing a note in the comment box over at Josh Corey's blog got me putting 2 & 2 together.

My mother used to tell us bedtime stories (back in the 1950s) about a Tom Thumb character she called "Frisbee". Then, in the late 50s, my father, a lawyer, patented the first "Frisbee". Now I'm wondering if the two things are connected somehow.

My Dad brought home the protoype no-name frisbee one day - my brothers & I threw it around in the yard.

Perhaps this is all connected somehow with the pervasive occulted subtextual obsession - in my longish poems - with time travel, flying saucers, etc...

the Russians are coming!

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& hey, this reminds me once again of one of my 1st published poems. (I know I've posted it before here.)


BEEP BEEP THE BABY'S UP



you can do anything you want.


the baby here is trying to decide


about growing up human. he's rubbing


his double chin, he's a serious kid.


in a house on Arthur Street


a cap pistol is sitting on a desk


in the bedroom upstairs with the yellow


walls. according to the kid here


it's supposedly waiting


for the little green men.


the sky gets closer


as it gets more blue,


and you can recall


the 4th of July


all the heat


and all those little flags

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