first post

'Bout time I got myself one of these here blogs. Will be hosting thoughts, poems, and thoughts. So as not to waste this first post, we'll stick in a poem from my ongoing page-by-page daily love affair with Gravity's Rainbow.

Page 5

The bed shuffled itself straight out the door,
little jerky movements on squeaky casters,
until one leg planted itself in the flower bed.
The dust ruffle was bunched,
leaving the tender leg exposed
in Victorian peep show fashion.
In September the zinnias explode:
fiery oranges and fuchsias that
attract sleepy bumblebees
who seem utterly confused by this
abrupt steel monstrosity
with hibiscus, of all things,
blooming on the pillowcases.