4 August 2012: Something Interesting for a Saturday
I had a simple idea for a post today: something interesting to see, something interesting to say. Because I updated my blog yesterday, I decided to post three snapshots (don't we like things that come in threes?) of the place I live.
4 August 2012: Three Snapshots of My Town
Half-Mannequin, Downtown Klamath Falls, shot with phone cam
Motel, Downtown Klamath Falls, shot with phone cam
Entrance Sign, Downtown Klamath Falls, shot with Nikon
27 July 2012: Happy POETS day (Piss On Everything, Tomorrow's Saturday)
A poem for Saturday, 21 July 2012
UNDERPANTS
Underpants hang on a clothesline along with many t-shirts, sweatpants. All 2XL solid colors— eggplant, robin’s egg blue, forest green, cherry red. Backlit by the sunrise, the wash is illuminated like a row of import-store patio lights and the underpants glow like giant blossoms. Bloomers is a better name for a garment so intimate with the body. Bloomers are the first to try new ideas. Bloomers dream of freedom, elevation, flight. Bloomers wave to the saggy parabola of tees and sweats. Bloomers unpin themselves. Red bloomers encourage the forest green tee to unpin, too, and it rises. Next the sunflower yellow one, then the eggplant one. Passersby barely notice the odd kites circling above, figuring somebody’s kids are having a good time, which could be true. Passersby mostly keep their faces pointed at their shoes. Red bloomers are encouraging, and heather gray sweatpants have to work hard at overcoming inertia but they do. Nothing is left but the line and its weathered pins.
