Carole Dudley

"The Pixley boys are very rich, From merchandising scrap, In Poland named Pixlonovich, They fled the Nazi trap. They work all day, and into night in fevered perspiration; Their fierceness gives their..."

"I remember a night in the moonlight with Gary  when the dark side of human myth lay entranced under the spell of Spring, when the Screech Owl spoke his poem at a symposium of the disembodied sou..."

"Jennifer Robin Nestle down. Your baby days Will soon be gone. Come sleep in my arms, And we shall rock In our golden chair To the tick of the clock. Though time, in his passage, Will steal you away ..."

"i am gravid with seeing, heavy with question. the blood dreams grow chill, the godwork is done. i have dealt with my symbols meekly, one by one, worshiped the season of love for its whisper of ..."

"Near your last death by slow disintegration, Of hope, and thought, and every freedom, I watched a pond's eye wink at the Bottomless sky, goldfish flicking through The iris like sensual thought, And t..."

"What does a Poet Say when there's nothing to Say? How does She begin to weave syllables that speak her Soul     when her Soul is ice, dream rain for the desert of her Mind? What does a Poet Say when ..."

"The sunflower blooms where the buried calf sleeps; Where the winter child sorrowed, the silver lace creeps. Quick hearts that ignited in Aprils of yore, Sleep numb in the darkness and quicken no more..."

"Universe, I am here among the pebbles of flesh. Reduce a rock and I to our winding phonemes of message. Tell me what we sa y. Free me from the darkness of five senses stewing their single flavors ..."

"Peter, Peter Pasta eater Had a wife And couldn't Beat her. Put her in a Metaphor And there He beat her Evermore. He pushed And shoved And crammed His fox, Into this tiny, Little Box. Slapped a labe..."

"The dawn shade is retreating down     the southwest hills, the valley floor,           sleepy and cool. Distant, On the south side of this slumbering settlement,     a rooster crows, 200 birds i..."

"Desire dwindles into fever babbling inconspicuous deaths where no Ear listens. Flood gates open in dreams, scalding memories- ores flow, do you know i Love You? moon song Cries so Never to Be Sung. ..."

"The night is long, The day is hard. It strains my brain To be a bard. Most dreams are drowned At birth by fact With small, if any, Tender tact. I age, lie fallow, Numb with time. Still know my name,..."

"A universe can flow  Aglow, from nib of  penny   pen (a galaxy of   bon mots     from  Rousseau's) and splash! immortal caper on bits of     paper.     Why    must i  pant captive  ..."

"The animal, man, is as blind as a stone, As deaf as a fence post, As dense as a bone. He sees very little of that which is Subtle; the world of the hornet is less In a muddle. He tunnels through tim..."

"Descending loose and liberal from Paradise Peak, California,    we are Dionysus and Ariadne, the genitalia of the mind in       Cuban heat.   Two walk-ons, we are cast on your fable-spinning Honda, ..."

"The clock that ticks upon the wall     ticks on in spring and fall, and fall. It ticked for him; it ticked for me     as if to tell eternity. It ticked when to his eyes I clung,     and when the ..."

"Keep honing the edge of your happiness, Friend, Though time has be-knicked the blade; No matter, the hone is worn to a nib, And most of your spit, mislaid. When sharp, it can cut through the natterin..."

"Poor Pure Little Primapera Soul Groans pitifully In tertiary labor. At 3:00 A.M. her white loins parted to Admit the potent Thrust of evil Thought.  At 5:00 The neonate Dream, rubbery slick, And squ..."

"When I perceive you, Sir, And smile, swimming in The pool of your soul, And you perceive me, And smile INTO me, Burning through The granite shell Of propriety, The spark of life Ignites, burns brighte..."

"Non-commital and Capricious vending Machines rain their Hum significantly on this sun-less hour Between classes.  The Metronome of Driven Footsteps across the Stone hard plate of The Schedule click ..."

"When cold trucks down the highways of my veins,     The pendulum draws from yes to no.           Now falls choking on tomorrow, The mourning dove spins a web of sorrow.               Blue buys me. ..."

"the little grove of      weather-warped hairs           leans awry           full flowering in its meadow of      itch. Chaos      descends, as      chaos will,      Without warning. Clawing.  Raki..."

"Wind chimes and cyclamen,     silence and sun, Color and contrast and     fragrance at 1:00. Pungence of puppy,     shimmer of bloom, Oh, Lord, let me spend     my whole life in My room. Written ..."

"the institution of ed ucation is a rusty st eam roller with no br akes slowly paving th e road to tomorrow in a tunnel barely wide enough for its passag e the children proced e it skipping merrily whi..."

"No concrete posts double drilled with plumber's pipe of fence can halt, even in New England, the blocks of shade that topple toward the Park like dominoes of discontent,   Nor keep from tumbling i..."

"Powdery moth in lonely rage Paid by man no warming wage Spends her breath in spastic slumber Pressed between the now, the never Pages in her psalm of life. Once a roving fellow read her Warm of eye a..."

"Lingual athletes fueled by brain Speak my lack of permanence. Beyond the stars the wild wind blows, The cool grass grows beneath your toes, I stay on top. Stones glare at the bumptious play of life, ..."

"Oh, little pup, your height doth roar Though inches from your heart to floor You staunchly stand. With pen-like tail, old tomes you write describing ecstasies of flight, and onion layers of delight d..."

"Just being is best, you thinkers     of thought. Better to be numb in the cortex     and wide of eye, Than march to war with reason Than leave your love with reason, Than reason. Just being is bes..."

"Going down through consonant     and vowel to seagull bone of poem, filligree of shadowed lace, where contrasts flicker     confusingly, I will creep into this arch     of light, this poem, a spid..."

"Night is here, and here is night, The hot pain in my head is bright, The fire is ready.  The chicken is     pared... Remember the happy night we shared? Roll back in your madness, oh, trains    of ..."

"iam blanketed in darkness OM. The rain is breathing in the darkness. Like a waterfall, a heavenly benediction, a stream plunging from that precipice to which no mind has climbed. The rain is breathi..."

"Man is deciduous She or He, And breaks dormancy slowly, The mossy machinery of god Moving mountains In his roots. From the hydroponic medium Of his mother's womb, He is drawn forth finally By the cur..."

"Abby was a little girl with many dolls. Carol was a little girl with one. Abby's dolls resided in a dusty crate. Carol's posed to face the morning sun. Abby's dolls were silent, clad in rumpled rags...."

"If I ever decide to marry the impulse to the blade, the      union will be consummated some Monday night to song of rabid fellow female being brought blindly to Orgasm by a Westinghouse rotisserie wi..."

"Little Donny Dactyl Was just a little rhyme, Longed to be a sonnet Though he never had the time. - Met one day an Irish lass, "A limerick!", gossips cried, but poetry he set aside to make the minx hi..."

"I have just been Bitten on Both Elbows by an unknown Connoisseur of Callous. I'd like to catch the little sadist; I'd Teach Him to Bite me on Both Elbows Like he Knew What He Was Doing. Written Dece..."

"This morning's fantasy of wealth Shot down... A flight Of migratory geese That burnt the sky, Wing pulse of Wall Street. Flapping up to seek The durable good While object-fetishists Bagged all day lik..."

"Claravette, the caterpillar, lived near the sea, Until her life was saved by a girl named Bethany. In the middle of this awful storm, the middle of the rain, Bethany bent down to her and put her in ..."

"In my antiquity i aspire to be nothing - merely, a good animal - like the denizens of the forest, keening by instinct the environment of my immersion, inhaling every redolent bush along the way for sp..."

"The evening (the one God felt I should have), is as frayed as a Salvation Army coat. Bill Gates is having a good evening. Bill Clinton is having a good evening. I got this one. Snide December rain ha..."

"He slips to the porch, my Father, dragging his foot. Loyal appendage, companion of journeys of leap and crawl, follows now in puzzlement, its signals crossed. Smiling from rail of white trawler, prow..."

"Deep friendly river, friend to dreamer worn By life where slender hopes are often torn, You soothe the aching throat that yearns to cry, When dreamers see their dreams decaying, die. How saddened ha..."

"Not since Pan had chased Syrnx across the sand had this guy washed Road off his puss, and he stunk of clock tick and rue. He crashed into my head around midnight. I was clean. No Beethoven screwin..."

"The poet stood in the post office and saw gravity tugging at the people, and the people tugging back; Saw law, glowering in the corners waiting for frailty;   Saw anthrax of ennui sift  over the slot..."

"This grey morning, its winter grass hairy as an old whore's lip, and chilly as a dead cunt stares at me, and I stare back. It sees my seed of myth wedged in its crevasse of sodless rock; I see its ..."

"Knowledge of death's dense abyss creeps like a python under man's deeds, and the algorithm of Answer waits mutely behind a veil. In what birdsong hour will his fall from April occur, and his last bre..."

"My dog likes to think of himself as my Savior, and his eye is as dark as the dinosaur's eye on the day of the Comet, when he stands in front of me                                  and speaks. "There ..."

"The poem comes to you when it is hungry. Chase it  around your charm you'll never catch it. Stand still though barely breathing eyes fixed on that space under your nothing and breathe...."

"Going down through consonant and vowel to seagull bone of poem, into its filigree of shadowed lace where contrasts flicker confusingly, I fall before the Spartan foe of conscience. Forge  me a saber..."

"Winter cast a spell on Lake Herman, and drugged  its poems. Under the hill, the blade of the breeze could not cut, and the sun, like the old lady's arm, was barely warm. No bird blew.  No ripples fle..."

"It was a typical day on earth.  One sixteen-year old anorexic was killed by a grocery truck after 10 days of self-starvation. One chronic depressive who desired death passionately, was cured.  At mid..."

"The citizens of modern nation states, leave deeds described within statistics vital. Our birth and death and marriage are the dates, remembered in the town clerk's terse recital. If fame beyond these ..."

"Expelled from a time warp of fevered love into  Lovelessness, (that land siphoned of its air), coyote rustled through his trash can moments full for the taking, rules, laws, language, in code. ..."

"Gone in the blink of the moon Aztec dogs of delight Hewn by the cleaver of time They lead like arrows sprung Aztec dogs of delight Spirits of love perfected They lead like arrows sprung This ..."

"At your last death by slow disintegration, Of hope, and thought, and every freedom, I watched a pond's eye wink at the Bottomless sky, goldfish flicking through The iris like sensual thought, And the..."

"Come, old body, to the edge of time, And see the view from this old crone's rhyme Time stretches off as the foot would jog In four directions, though one's in fog. The Past, as you turn, and pant fr..."

"Snared in the net of your smile, I shook off reason like a bitch shaking off pond water, the stick in her mouth; or like a shark, hungry for the blood's rich chum. "Here!", I said, "take my bones and..."

"Wooly mammoth man was 92, and knew his days were crumbs on God's fat plate of goodies, the plate that once bore his largess, like treasure into Rome: Blondes, vulnerable and dumb; Money, plentiful an..."

"Afoot again, to fading flight of jet deep in the silent sky, and to far hill's bawl of cow flesh,, the old woman and her dog were loose and searching under February's thin and questioning cloth. In J..."