Monday, August 27, 2012

Abandonment

My rime formed
in formative years
is meant to keep you at bay.

My slick craggy shores, 
lack kindling or foothold
is meant to keep me distant.

My charm: 
trapped coolness;
glassy particles;
seething–hatred–remorse;
thick tarry dark matter;
belief in a Simoom fairytale.

B.F.M.

Black & Tan Lament

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Black & Tan Lament
16" x 20"
Digital prints available.
2012


Black & Tan Lament
Hollowed, on a barstool, 
Gladys offers you
the black & tan.


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Saturday, August 25, 2012

Tipping Dominos

Losing morning after morning,
hermetically sealed inside a
windowed room 
crowded 
with ten foot wooden ladders
he rants his Poet-ness
atop a 
plastic footstool.

B.F.M.

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Expectations

Betwixt two maypoles
light contorts, yet
I’m to walk up right
without support.

B.F.M

Earlier in the day I posted and image from my notebook, the before. This is the after.

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Before

scribblings. a look in my notebook; the birthing of a poem.
B.F.M.



Monday, August 20, 2012

Sunday Rain

I wasn't crying
then the rain came,
and we both wept in sheets.

B.F.M.

The Sky is Falling

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The Sky is Falling
16" x 20"
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2008

Artist: B.F.M.

This is a large olive befalling one after too many dirty martinis. Cheers.

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Thursday, August 16, 2012

Trail Map Lament

I found 
an old trail map
of yours.

The one with polkadots
and trails highlighted
in bright star pink.

Yet no matter how closely
I followed it, 

it

never 
led me 
back to you.

B.F.M.

New Bike Dreams

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New Bike Dreams
16" x 20"
2012
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Artist: B.F.M.

Okay, I've been jonesing for a new road bike.

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This Exact Morning Moment

I’m as kind
as a porcupine
as long as you don’t 
know
what a porcupine is 
and think
a pin cushion 
is cozy.

B.F.M.

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Flower Drop Soup

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Flower Drop Soup
16" x 20"
2012
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Artist: B.F.M.

It's one thing to have a fly in your soup another to have a flower. A spoof on Egg Drop Soup.


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Dust Storms

Your elders gloat like lilly pads
on a pond
under sunscreen and broad hats

thousands of miles from their 
grown children.

Then the call comes:
“your mother, she fell”;
"your father, has a spot, lump, cough.”

All this is an unexpected 
thunder storm 
carpeting your sun.

You don’t know it yet, but you’ve 
just been drafted into the minor leagues
playing for a team plagued by dust storms.

B.F.M.

Monday, August 13, 2012

Friday, August 10, 2012

Awkward Gong

I tend to let
two, three weeks
pass before
hearing:
gong, gong, gong

Then it's all I hear:
GONG, GONG, GONG.

**

The you and I of it
pack our baggage, 
say our goodbyes,
wrap ourselves 
in salve & gauze.

Say curses, 
close our doors,
and wonder what 
we saw in the color
off pink.

B.F.M.

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Lover's Call

Caught off guard
she calls my name 
like an office mate
needing a paperclip.

B.F.M.

Monday, August 6, 2012

Churning

This afternoon
I was an oak
disturbed
as a bee hive.

B.F.M.

Sunday, August 5, 2012

Being

Morning dove
soaked with sun
rests 
on the wrought 
iron fence.

B.F.M.

Competition Backside

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Competition Backside
16" x 20"
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2008

Artist: B.F.M.

Here we are in the middle of the Olympics. This is one of my favorite events. I created this piece back in 2008.

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Friday, August 3, 2012

Clocking In

I have no
romantic evening bell 
chiming dusk 
like 
a fine Japanese haiku. 
I only have 
the creaking
of the old man’s walker
calling me to duty.


B.F.M.

Agnostic

My convictions
are uncertain enough
to mock a falling sun
with thanks.


B.F.M.

Desert Poppy

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Desert Poppy
16" x 20"
2012
Digital prints available.

Artist: B.F.M.

So many wildflowers in the Sonoran Desert. The monsoon season brings them out; it's a lovely surprise for the uninitiated here in the Tucson area. Enjoy.

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Thursday, August 2, 2012

Dolt

Sitting under 
a cottonwood 


pretending 
I’m a poet


I listen 
to echoes


plunder 
a breeze.


B.F.M.

Wednesday, August 1, 2012