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| Starpoet Newsletter Vol. IX, No. XXVIII |
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| Written by Lisa Jain Thompson | |
| Sunday, 13 July 2008 | |
 The Starpoet Newsletter
Volume IX, No. XXVIII Suddenly
A kiss, Lip to lip, Breast to breast, Her ebony skin Glistening In the candlelight Lisa Jain Thompson c. 2008 C. E.
  I have been physically out of balance since Wednesday. This might be a little short in addition to being a little late. Listening to John Stewart and Ami Mann.
excuse from my body
Headache
This is the third or fourth day
Of the current headache, A sharply dull roller coaster of pain and frustration Situated alternately behind Either eye. Sometimes, for diversion,
Both eyes simultaneously Will throb between a migraine And a septic sinus infection, Shifting the world two degrees Out of phase. I doubt that this
Is a localized phenomenon, Effecting only me while the universe Is left untouched. I have no reason to think
That time drags only for me, I have no special observations Or the hubris to assume My creation was unique. It’s a small universe after all,
And pain sucks the whole galaxy around. Lisa Jain Thompson
July 2008 politics
Outline for a Candidate
Health
Energy Housing Oil Intelligence
Taxes Budget Service Freedom
Democracy Equality And that War Thing
Of course Lisa Jain Thompson
July 2008 Thomas Disch
. July 4, 2008
by his own hand Age 68 Author of
Brave Little Toaster,
Camp Concentration 334 Wings of Song
On June 17, 2008 wrote
What is so tragic as the lethal blast
Of thunderbolt or .38 That turns what had been present Into past? There he stood And here he lies at last. Will you not shed a single tear For any such? Is that too much to ask? -- Thomas Disch
here and then, a thing a beauty
Morgain @ Tintagel Watching
Guinevere I would be,
But Morgan le Fay would be better, In control of my own fate Without the King’s good wishes. I would wield Excalibur, bind Arthur to me,
Follow Merlin whenever he should lead And hold him tightly within my wound Until everything he foretold was mine. Lisa Jain Thompson
July 2008 Me and God and a Dog Named Cedar
Acrobatiacs
God and I have an agreement,
He will not nag me about my life, I will not whine about His lack of proper engineering skills Or his less than stellar attempt at design. Both of us agree to disagree
Except in those cases we do agree, I won’t argue against his beliefs As long as he doesn’t against mine. Neither of us is as crazy As the other one is, But it would be less than truthful If I failed to point out That only one of us has ever claimed To create a universe. Lisa Jain Thompson
July 2008 People always call it luck
When you've acted more sensibly than they have. -- Anne Tyler
on the Fourth last
Fourth and Six
The steaks on the grill
Are racing the thunder, First one to dinner wins; The corn in the oven
Is slowly roasting, The only sure bet on the table. Tonight the fireworks
Will be fifty-fifty, Man made or storm provided; One or the other
Will cover The Mall, Showering the crowd With Independence fire. Lisa Jain Thompson
July 2008 I only started going to political rallies
to meet men. -- k. d. lang
 love
Every Wandering Bark
She had to marry me,
I'm the only one she's ever met Half as smart -- at least -- as she Whose first name was not Grace Or their last name not a We both have met Allen,
Separate colleges, separate years, But neither of us thought Aha! This is the best of his generation Or desired to strip down naked with him. I talked to Ken Kesey once,
Long after acid had blown his talent, Whoever had written the Cuckoo's Nest Had fallen off during the bus trip: All that remained was the merry prankster.
I have been drawn to poets and musicians,
She to multiple spouses since undone; Until our paths almost officially crossed, I was most always the brightest in the room, But seldom let myself be present. Now, far down this road, we find ourselves
Thrown together in this, our final embrace, Drawing life from each other, a union of spirits, Binding us with love until the very edge of doom Ends a true marriage even the gods must love. Lisa Jain Thompson
July 2008  true chronicle historie of the life
Neon-Light Diamond
Despite what the pages of a calendar may say
Or the learned treatises of practicing historians, The Sixties begin and end with the death of Kennedy, A lifetime compressed in a half-decade handful. The Beatles arrive as the war begins in earnest,
The President leading us deeper into the Big Muddy, Camelot crumbles, reborns, shatters on the tile floor Of a kitchen passageway on the way to In the streets and dark lit clubs, the music rises
Long before the money realizes what they’re sitting on; Pick up a guitar, girl, we’re all going down to Frisco To revel in rebellion in the bright Golden Gate sun. On the stone stoops that once were our grandparents’
We laughed as we passed our poorly rolled joints – Panama Red, Acapulco Gold, Taiwan One and Two -- And watched the passing police cars watching us. There was the war, always the war, still, always, the war,
We saw friends come back, missing arms and legs, Some as freight in flag draped blue barked coffins That appeared unannounced on the silent tarmac. The poets in their bright antic finery stood shouting,
Chanting slogans from the safety of the sidelines, We stood by our boyfriends, urged them not to fight, Knowing the choice was theirs and we could only watch. The Sixties have been a memory illy conceived,
A fable constructed by those who did not participate: For one short moment, we won and lost it all
As the firefight shifted and consumed our world. Lisa Jain Thompson
July 2008  Listen, pal. I spent 22 years in the Navy. My father was in the Navy.
My grandfather was in the Navy. We in the military service tend to move a lot. We have to live in all parts of the country, all parts of the world. I wish I could have had the luxury, like you, of growing up and living and spending my entire life in a nice place like the First District of Arizona, but I was doing other things. As a matter of fact, when I think about it now, the place I lived longest in my life was Hanoi. -- John McCain
 © Lisa Jain Thompson 1995-2008. Further distribution of this newsletter in its entirety is authorized. Email your letters and postcards or visit her contact page at the Starpoet website |
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