Ecstasy Bound and Bedridden: White Chocolate Delight

By S Falcon MacDowell

Relevant poetry.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ouroboros Independent Books
• Release date: Mar 25, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301025923

S Falcon MacDowell

Born in Alabama, S Falcon MacDowell grew up in Louisiana, Mississippi and Missouri, and presently resides in southern Arizona. He has driven trucks and worked shrimp boats, and taught English, history and creative writing at high school and college levels. Interests include hiking and astronomy.

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A Little Thief

The girl in the bowler hat

Listening to Bach

Made me cry until I laughed

Real tears of chicken stock

We talked until the sun came up

Of counterfeit philosophies

And why daylight makes some sneeze

And the fearful quaking of bees' knees

And contour lines that sharply define

Stop signs and other vague boundaries

And our greatest novels and insipid mysteries

And inexplicably bottlenecked oil refineries

So much talking left me sick

And frothing on the floor

She clobbered me when my back was turned

Stole my books and broke my door

When the Mountains Move

When the mountains stand up and move

about and are dashed together in

crashing waves, hurling potato chip

cities up into the splintered air

like clobbered bowling pins, and her

terrified eyes are torn open from the

waking illusions she daily dreamed,

and she discovers that not a single

damned item or object in her gyroscopic

world was ever a tenth as solid as it

always seemed (that's cruel salesmanship

legerdemain), then I hope to God I'll

find her still floating somewhere in the

topsy-turvy typhoon of earth, and I'll

pull her up into my ark and she, looking

at long last into my face, dirty with

the soil of an involuted America and

lined with lost time, may in that frozen

instant recognize just how much such

devotion really means.

This Modern World (Amazing Circumstance)

Mr Squeaky's shoved down into the maze to contend

with a minotaur of his own lazy creation.

His own? Naw, not really; or rather,

not exactly. Life's more

complicated than

that.

A series

of doors there

were that came crashing

shut behind Mr Squeaky when he

was least fit to deal with them, and now

the bill's come due; the tax collector's looking

for a handout, so how about it Mr Squeaky?

Got that contribution check filled out

and ready to hand it over?

Mr Squeaky, acting on

out-dated principles,

struggles comically

to meet half way

the only one

who could

save

him. But

the rules of the

road are a sharp-creased

suit that cuts off his circulation

evermore acutely the closer he comes to

reconciliation with this modern world where

Attila the Hun would have been elected president

of the neighborhood association by acclimation, and

there's all this bull scent in his nostrils, groping in a pitiless

darkness, and someone who was a friend a long time ago seems

to have stolen his

last ball of

twine.

Ten Things I Miss Most About Richard Nixon

Well, I can't think of that many;

maybe only one. And that's

Neil Young's Watergate album

On the Beach, so beautiful, and

which I don't actually miss,

since I have it (now digitized,

of course), but it does make me

feel so sad now when I hear it,

cos Neil of all people should

never have been allowed to grow

old.

(Dark Side of the Moon works the

opposite way - I loved it so

much back in the day, but now

it's been so overcooked I

scarcely can stand to hear

anybody play any cut off it

ever again.)

Ah, but Nixon - Nixon wasn't a

paranoid of his times, but a

paranoid for all times. He was

the sad malignancy sending out

tiny tendrils seeking love, and

maybe what's best said now

about him, beyond acknowledging

his cunning grasp of geopolitics,

is that he was no rabid mass-

suicidal life-loathing

conservative ~bites off the

word/concept~.

Forever More

Though my back be scourged under a tyrant's cruel blows

Though a sea of lustrous pearls lap my feet along the shore

And crowns of gold dangle, easy pickings from heavy-laden boughs

I shall never waver in