Tuesday, June 22, 2010

2 poems by Alan Britt

ALIENS

There could be aliens
under my couch.

Well, just because it’s never happened?

When’s the last time
you vacuumed your couch?

See, I could be an alien falling madly in love with you
this very moment,
and you wouldn’t even notice.


CLOUDS

(For Ultra Violet)

Clouds.

Bluewhite clouds,
pipe smoke
trailing the Bride’s dragonfly wings.

The King arrives.

At least we think he’s a King,
though, nowadays,
we keep a tight grip on our senses.

Clouds
part the curtains
of our amnesia,
and the King enters
lifting arthritic windows,
forcing clouds like oxygen
through the gills of our souls.

8 comments:

  1. 知識可以傳授,智慧卻不行。每個人必須成為他自己。.................................................................

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  2. 人有兩眼一舌,是為了觀察倍於說話的緣故。............................................................

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  3. 喜歡看大家的文章,每篇都是一個故事,都是一種心情~~祝大家開心愉快............................................................

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  4. 困難的不在於新概念,而在於逃避舊有的概念。............................................................

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  5. 聰明的人喜歡猜心 雖然每次都猜對了卻失去了自己的心............................................................

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