I’ll design me a website
and tell the world to click here
and Nirvana will popup
and you can subscribe to karma
and peace
and buy baskets weaved of silken thread
and harps
yes, harps and copper angels.
I’ll put this website on the internet,
the web,
and I will call it Artvilla,
and the spiders will crawl its strands
and I will publish
poems
poems for children to find in the night,
and I will optimize the search engines
for my brother’s squirrel poem
or the rabbit fell into the hole and space followed him
poem.
I will build this website and they will come
to read,
in the night,
alone,
and Nirvana will popup
and they can subscribe to karma
and peace
and buy baskets weaved of silken thread
and harps
yes, harps and copper angels.
Pressure wash my world
Make it clean
like the snow used to be,
like the water used to run down the mountains
and into the valleys.
Wash the corners where the crowded animals hide.
Wash the barns where the pigs stand mouth to tail.
Clean the barns where the chickens lay sick eggs
between crooked feet in the cage.
Pressure wash the bats in the market of death
and in the bags of the poachers.
Pressure wash the ones who cut those trees,
clean them,
bleach them.
Turn the stream around on those
who use water jets
pressure washing the natives
until the land is stripped
and the demons are released
to get their
revenge.
All the Babble of the Souk, Cartoon Molecules and Next Arrivals, collected poems, and the recently published Moon Selected Audio Textual Poems, as well as translation of Guadalupe Grande´s La llave de niebla, as Key of Mist and the recently published Tesserae, a translation of Carmen Crespo´s Teselas.
It’s not over ’til it’s over in New York, Kentucky
It’s not over ’til it’s over in California, Kansas
It’s not over ’til it’s over for the homeless
for the blacks
for those in cages
for those behind bars
for the soldier
It’s not over ’til it’s over for those without insurance
It’s not over ’til it’s over for the nursing homes
It’s not over ’til it’s over for the nurses
for the doctors
for the sales clerks
for the workers everywhere
It’s not over ’til it’s over
for an old man,
afraid to go out.
Make time for oatmeal
slap it on your face
A mask is always useful
Think about Mindfulness
enter the id
explore the more spiritual
Get into baking
throw nothing away
cut your own hair
A virtual pub quiz
almost the same
as being there
So here is Friday
a bit like Thursday
by another name
Here is a message
stay home save lives
be good, play the game
Here comes a baldy
With cold dead eyes
to tell you again
Here’s a comedian
saying the same thing
but makes it a joke
There’s good little children
there’s a good housewife
that’s a good bloke
Spring is forbidden
summer is cancelled
commerce has died
So dance in your bedroom
sing into your hairbrush
Pretend they all lied.
Sara L. Russell 17th April 2020
Sara Louise Russell, aka PinkyAndrexa, is a UK poet and poetry ezine editor, specialising particularly in sonnets, lyric-style poetry and occasionally writing in more modern styles. She founded Poetry Life & Times and edited it from 1998 to 2006, when she handed it over to Robin Ouzman Hislop, who now runs it as Editor at this site. Her poems and sonnets have been published in many paper and online publications including Sonnetto Poesia, Mindful of Poetry and Autumn Leaves a monthly Poetry ezine from the late Sondra Ball. Her sonnets also currently appear in the recently published anthology of sonnets Phoenix Rising from the Ashes. She is also one of the first poets ever to be published on multimedia CD ROMs, published by Kedco Studios Inc.; the first one being “Pinky’s Little Book of Shadows”, which was featured by the UK’s national newspaper The Mirror, in October 1999. (Picture link for Mirror article)Angel Fire
