Jody's Notes
(September 23, 2012)
This poem is a companion to The sky's the limit. One was written right after the other--both focusing on the same theme. This one succeeded in appearing in print early enough to be included in my collection The Lust for Blueprints, in 2001. The other one didn't. And, recently, Rob Cook of Skidrow Penthouse asked to republish this poem. So it appears (along with six others from the The Lust for Blueprints) in the current (2012) Skidrow Penthouse # 14. The other one doesn't. Timing really is everything. Once you take time into account there's very little room for anything else. Space, for example. Maybe I'll write a poem about that some day.
This poem was republished in my collection, The Lust for Blueprints, in 2001.
Something new:
landscape crushed flat
against the cave wall.
My cousin,
strutting like a little God,
his hands wet with colors,
has slapped the sun
against the stone.
Something new:
the flattened sun watches over
flat bison, a mastodon, flattened goats,
some grass.
We’re impressed,
until it rains,
and we have to kill him.
© 1999, 2001 Jody Azzouni