Beau Watson's Personal Blog
Daily Journal ·
Another bright autumn day, warmer than the last. A crow cackles as I feed my dogs. They are feeling quite lazy, which is a fine jape…for they have kept me busy these last few days fighting fleas. I think I have the infestation under control.
I’m nearly done with Maurice. A coworker has shared some writing that I am going to look at next. Work on the site continues to go well. It’s keeping me very busy lately. Will get back into serious writing soon.
Book update
Look out, Surf Dracula!
Poem update
Strawberry hook with A sunset drifting to the samite Dance, dance and dive
A jazz staff with a melancholy chord Eighty-eight minus a sharp Flattened into everything But expanded into nothing Just a word, soaking with Convenience
Because there was nothing better to say
Carve our initials in cherry trees Forget about the things written By frightening knifepoint Anointed with oil Blistered royalty and Cobra coiled
Don’t want to vie anymore Or battle for your bite Don’t want to try anymore So let’s just say goodnight
Oh, striking sight
Cover me with cushions And blanket me with kisses Like so many feathers So many tickles So many vapid vacancies While we race to an Inept irresponsibility
Oops
The laser gaze And limelight The sparrow haze And high tide The after trace In hindsight
Yeah?
Like a bubblegum hook Or your favorite book Or a reading nook?
A southern wind Or mountain grin Jagged jaw like rusted saw And an oceanic gulf Between?
Keep my shadow haunted Like a daunted hero wondering About the time between dreams
And hang on ever-lasting Feasting, not fasting, While your blackened feathers Swat the sky in vain
And plow on ever-lacking Sleeping, not napping While my rocky fists, grasping Grip the shape of your name