Earl Cox 34 connections

The Rules of English Grammar Abused

 


In the garden groves of East LancasterWhere Unicorn Street winds in from the abandoned fieldsOf discredited cotton farmers, under the decaying concreteOverpass of old Route 202, next to the burned out shellOf Jose Fulcida’s tool and dye maker’s shop,There, and only there, can the laws of... more »

Over Another Round of Drinks

 
There are plants that haunt our collective memoriesLike distant ghosts of vaguely remembered ancestorsSpoken over the third round of drinks, over the sweatyPlates and pots of a family reunion, names with strangeMeans and no faces; so be it; and such is the memory ofFigulla Vitae, the tree of... more »

Amanita in the Ancient World

 
THERE WAS A TIME, before clocks were invented,Before days had names, and before years were reckonedwhen ancient towns sat on the edges of smolderingvolcanoes and the brightly colored sails of emeraldgreen feluccas filled their harbors. And alongthe yellow shop walls that lined the Street of Wine... more »

The Midnight Train from Georgia

 

I had this vision of you packed and wind sweptWaiting on a second hand trunkfor the midnight train from GeorgiaHeading to Los AngelesOut through the mountainsWest of TaccoaBeneath a springtime moonPassing like a vaporous ghostAlong the gulf coastWhile you sit in your cabinReading the lost love... more »

Are you still out there someplace? You must let me know. Send smoke signals by night, and flares by day. Write to me in the hieroglyphics of easy living, send me a postcard from the edge of discontinuity (they have a mail box at fifth and irrational street), take luscious images of your hands when... more »

Into Forested Towns and Farms

 

 As I climb upon Brazzukko, the Lion Bear,Whose pearl white coat smells of fresh rainAfter a autumn thunderstorm andWho speaks to me in a language of Extinct carnivores when I have him chainedDuring the night just beyond my campfireLest his Pleistocene mind, burningWith the memories of... more »