new, unfinished poem

20 Paces from the Bus Stop


i have lived in many rooms 20 paces from the bus stop
where two men stand back to back
walk 10 paces
then turn around and shoot

pigeons disperse
so much insane laughter
pigeons again flock together
in the instant after
in this one neighborhood of many
so many dwellings with its own story

i was a merry young boy
respectful of the law
and somewhat in awe of higher education
that lead men to destination
when the bus pulls up
i realize i left my lunch


( unfinished )



koon woon
June 30, 2010

"The Snow Man" --- Koon Woon

“The Snow Man”


One must have a bottle of Gallo in this cold alley
And to shake the cops and other winos
And be on the look-out for some sucker to roll

It has been a long while since my abode
Was taken from me not because of ice or lice
But because of the drive for condos

That in this high rise reaching town
Where all the Californ Dreaming has lost ground
To the sound of broken bottles

Which is the brittle psyche of fife
Which leads the rats from places bare
To places that don’t any longer sustain life

For the dweller of the alley, who is on dope,
And nothing, I mean nothing, beats a quick fix,
Nothing that is pure nor is impure.



Koon Woon

The Snow Man --- by Wallace Stevens

The Snow Man


One must have a mind of winter
To regard the frost and the boughs
Of the pine-trees crusted with snow;

And have been cold a long time
To behold the junipers shagged with ice,
The spruces rough in the distant glitter

Of the January sun; and not to think
Of any misery in the sound of the wind,
In the sound of a few leaves,

Which is the sound of the land
Full of the same wind
That is blowing in the same bare place

For the listener, who listens in the snow,
And, nothing himself, beholds
Nothing that is not there and nothing that is.




Wallace Stevens

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Susan, Koon and Tuxie

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