Crooked Rhyme

"The poet reads/His crooked rhyme."--"Bleecker Street," as sung by Simon and Garfunkel, 1964. This blog is dedicated to the poems of Kelley Dupuis.

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I love a rainy night, but never cared much for the late Eddie Rabbitt. I'm a writer and editor by trade, weekend painter and one hell of a cook by avocation. I make a fabulous daquiri using Ernest Hemingway's recipe. I love classical music and jazz when I'm at home, classic rock when I'm barreling up the interstate at 70 mph. I have a Trek road bike and a Cannondale mountain bike. I turned 53 on Oct. 12, 2008. Peanut butter goes great with coffee. My favorite pianists are Glenn Gould and Thelonious Monk. I've lived in Europe, South America, Africa and Russia. I speak a little Russian. I can say the Pledge of Allegiance in Spanish. I know how to make feijoada, the national dish of Brazil. I once drove in a demolition derby. I love baseball, but I bear the cross of being a San Diego Padres fan. I hate cellphones. I like good Scotch, quality cigars, Frank Sinatra and delicatessen fare. I collect books. I'm a lousy chess player. Mozart is God.

Tuesday, January 02, 2007

Spitting Cobra

Upward, twisting motion
Bears definition in its train,
Like conspiracy or not:
Particles whirl, galaxies swirl,
Sparks dancing upward from
Fire swirl. John Glenn saw
Fireflies in orbit, following
Friendship 7 as she tumbled
Around the world in 90 minutes.
Spitting cobra in the eye,
Poisonous, spirals into view,
A twirl of carbon unintended,
Groping eons of scintillation,
Lacking volition or desire.

Then again, reimagine:
A long train run
From spark to spit:
(Trains leave stations
and have destinations.)
Spitting cobra hovers,
A shadow in autumn light,
Hinted in the architecture
Of sun and spin: spiral arms
Bump back dark matter.
Spitting cobra as implication:
In the grass, somewhere,
(Grass, too, came from
somewhere) in the light that
might or might not shine for
eyes, like a bright afternoon
nightmare, spitting cobra
shimmers, glistens, behind
the dancing snow of static,
purposeful, wisdom coiled.

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