[lit-ideas] Re: A Poem On Poeming
- From: "Mike Geary" <atlas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- To: <lit-ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- Date: Sat, 23 Jan 2010 17:19:10 -0600
DR:
>off to clean the roof
Eh? Clean it of what? Bird shit? I've never in my life heard of cleaning a
roof. Cleaning gutters, yes. I do that for a few gentle women friends without
ladders, but roofs? God / Mother Nature cleans roofs, and thank you, Baby Jesus.
But tell me more. Maybe there's a new career for me: Atlas Shingle Cleaners,
Inc. "Let us put the shine in your shingles." I love it. I'm moving back to
the Left Coast tomorrow.
Mike Geary
in dirty roof Memphis
----- Original Message -----
From: David Ritchie
To: lit-ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
Sent: Saturday, January 23, 2010 2:40 PM
Subject: [lit-ideas] Re: A Poem On Poeming
On Jan 23, 2010, at 12:06 PM, Mike Geary wrote:
Ach.
Och, perhaps,
or aye.
I like aye.
In films it does so much work for the dour,
the caricature of a man who stands at his front door or in his wee
bitty field, kicking his sheep
as the hero and heroine go by.
They say, "grand day,"
and he says, "Aye," or "Och,"
but never "Och aye the noo."
That's for foreigners to do.
David Ritchie,
off to clean the roof in
Portland, Oregon
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