The Poems

2 min readDec 20, 2017

Not too far from the order in which they were published.

Pictures.When I was little (I tell myself) we lived in California. I grew up in Oregon.
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BestThere are the best days
And the other best days
Hot and 
a little bit lost 
and dry
And you are far
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Roots“Home is the place where, if you have to go there, they have to take you in.” — Robert Frost
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AliensI try.
God,
I try so hard.
 
 “You’re like Mr. Spock,” he said.
 “You look so human, but it’s like you don’t have…
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Home, after a long absence…not many things as blue
 as the sky in Taos on a clear winter day… .
 
 
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 When Kali the Destroyer gives final suck…
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Kokyu-Ho NageSometimes it feels like my whole world
Is clinging to me
Holding me still.
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In Spring the ThawAnd down from the peaks
those same old molecules, pissed out,
tumble (late from the bowels of a chipmunk)
tiny bits of…
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Mot JusteSome people
only truly live in our minds.
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Only in the moviesThat’s when
you ride off into the sunset
together
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Sometimes a little irreverent zenSometimes a little irreverent zen from a foolish old man who loves his wife more than beer, or strawberries, is like…
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Together, though there is no PathI love you like the rain, but without end.
The sound we hear is water’s brazen course
Through sunlight’s final dreams…
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A Perfect Day, June 1993We don’t see things as they are; we see things as we are. — Anais Nin
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Snow Day“Poetry is just the evidence of your life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash.” — Leonard Cohen
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And what do we need with pictures?And once butterfly on Bloom flies up and to sun; and once in largest park the meadowlark glows, sings, laughs; and once…
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FiamettaSome of my genes
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Sillimanite dikesMetasedimentary
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Like PuppiesAt our best
We wake from dreams of strange houses
Aromas potent
Lazy in our heads
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AshesAshes
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So much writing, so much narrativeand we build into and onto each other’s stories with our own narratives, comments on the layers and facets that each…
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Aesop ReduxOh, oh, oh. The best!
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Thirteen Ways of Looking at a ListicleI
Amongst the literate and all,
The only floating smell
Is the taint of a listicle.
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Creation/Myth1
In the beginning was the One — 
Possibly still alive — 
But it’s not likely.
We eat each other to assuage
Our…
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Brood ParasiteOr, How Do Cowbirds?
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Two Hoursis a lifetime
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In Lovedo not say
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VacationOne day last week
I was overwhelmed (more
than just one day, really),
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The Poems

Pictures.

When I was little (I tell myself) we lived in California. I grew up in Oregon.

Best

There are the best days And the other best days Hot and a little bit lost and dry And you are far

Roots

“Home is the place where, if you have to go there, they have to take you in.” — Robert Frost

Aliens

I try. God, I try so hard. “You’re like Mr. Spock,” he said. “You look so human, but it’s like you don’t have…

Home, after a long absence

…not many things as blue as the sky in Taos on a clear winter day… . 1 When Kali the Destroyer gives final suck…

Kokyu-Ho Nage

Sometimes it feels like my whole world Is clinging to me Holding me still.

In Spring the Thaw

And down from the peaks those same old molecules, pissed out, tumble (late from the bowels of a chipmunk) tiny bits of…

Mot Juste

Some people only truly live in our minds.

Only in the movies

That’s when you ride off into the sunset together

Sometimes a little irreverent zen

Sometimes a little irreverent zen from a foolish old man who loves his wife more than beer, or strawberries, is like…

Together, though there is no Path

I love you like the rain, but without end. The sound we hear is water’s brazen course Through sunlight’s final dreams…

A Perfect Day, June 1993

We don’t see things as they are; we see things as we are. — Anais Nin

Snow Day

“Poetry is just the evidence of your life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash.” — Leonard Cohen

And what do we need with pictures?

And once butterfly on Bloom flies up and to sun; and once in largest park the meadowlark glows, sings, laughs; and once…

Fiametta

Some of my genes

Sillimanite dikes

Metasedimentary

Like Puppies

At our best We wake from dreams of strange houses Aromas potent Lazy in our heads

Ashes

Ashes

So much writing, so much narrative

and we build into and onto each other’s stories with our own narratives, comments on the layers and facets that each…

Aesop Redux

Oh, oh, oh. The best!

Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Listicle

I Amongst the literate and all, The only floating smell Is the taint of a listicle.

Creation/Myth

1 In the beginning was the One — Possibly still alive — But it’s not likely. We eat each other to assuage Our…

Brood Parasite

Or, How Do Cowbirds?

Two Hours

is a lifetime

In Love

do not say

Vacation

One day last week I was overwhelmed (more than just one day, really),

Written by David Moser