Poem Shards
Some things are like clover that just grows
and you don't have to do anything and there is always too much of it
and you mow it over as beautiful as it is
your sweet Irish sweetheart
loves you outside of mind
blond
like a television girl
she's got a supple smile
she doesn't want to (just) be seen as some bimbo blond on the make
down the avenue
car ride to the pier
boardwalk of junkie dreams she just walks through
they all follow like an animated posse
and she's the one 
who's gonna make it big
oh ya, oh ya.

She's gonna make it big
oh ya, oh ya.
She's gonna make it big

So didn't you hear
she's going to make it big?
Oh ya? Oh ya! oh ya.
Don't you expect
that they'd all know her name?
And she'll be gracious when they ask
and always sign a cast.
autographic!
she's fantastic.
she's gonna be a star
she already is
She's gonna be a star
she always was
You're gonna be a star
you already are.



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sometimes there is beauty within the fragments . . .
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Sprongg . . . onng . . . ongg ga

Her tired morning
seems more like poetry
than anything you can
find on a blog.


Bark Bark. Bark Bark. Tree
Bark Bark. Bark Bark. Dog

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Woof and woe🌝 
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Jersey Shore . . .!
Most stories aren't that interesting.
It's someone who needs to find a cheese grater.
Or someone has to chase a receipt that gets taken by the wind
they skimper and skamper across some frazzy field full of weeds and fallow things
the detritus of the last few centuries, the
carcass of a . . . . 

Most stories are just someone
flipping a channel, a bird
flies in front of the windshield and
he doesn't hit it. It flies away
unharmed.

Most stories are like someone
forgets that they left the baby in the car seat and
they get all freaked out about it and they
rush out to their car and
the baby is there and the
dog is watching it the whole time from outside the car
and everyone is safe
including the baby and the
one who left the baby there feels
some guilt and
next time
doesn't make the same mistake.

Most stories are he goes to the stores
buys what he needs
brings it home
or he goes to the field
harvests what he needs
or he plants some seeds.
Then he has to transplant them
And the ones that the rabbits can get at
don't really grow that well.
And the ones that he puts in pots way up high
grow much much better.
And peas
that are planted in the shade
don't do very well
cut down a tree
cut down the idea of cutting down a tree.
It's a great big tree.
they are all great big trees.
too many needles, not enough vacuum.
That is the only word that I know which has two u's in it side by side.



  Bill Perilli, 
 writer of all
 of the things 
 on this blog.
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