It's nice to feel an air conditioned day,
Nature's changing thermostat
set just where I like.
Leaves on the trees disagree:
some are red with anger
that Mother Nature turned off the heat,
some are yellow with fear
for the coming chill of winter,
and some have fainted dead away,
lying on the ground.
A petal on a flower practices her yoga.
in a body no longer strong and agile,
her favorite posture being dormancy.
Her light, imprisoned in rigid form,
craves a change of asana.
Maples awaken in the distance with swaying red buds,
birds and bugs fly and wiggle,
stream currents flow,
moving beings in their unique
flowing, growing, flying and wiggling asanas.
Rocks still and sturdy in unperturbed posture,
the sun in fiery, shining Warrior Stance
and the moon in golden Silent Savasana,
pose, gazing at us, dreaming that all the world
has moved into the asana of loving.
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury
what else do you need to know?
How they've fleeced your bloodline.
Gutted your sons and defaced
your angel daughters.
How they put the planet
up for sale. Sky brown. Dead Sea.
Cut down mountains to get their goods
to a new market now that yours is
dark and shuttered.
How you always owe them something
even if they've claimed
each extremity. One by one.
Lopped off and
thrown in a hole
the process machines
that break the shit down
into dinner. Packaged brightly
w/lots of salt. And sugar.
And booze. 18% by volume.
How we dance on our last leg
the latest gyration. The newest dodge
and hustle. And I wish I had a hacksaw
to cut the shin away.
Some Civil War guy
in 1863 wrote:
Martha, I have seen
You can call
But I doubt
Robert Milby, of Florida, NY is Calling All Poets' Secretary, A co-host, and recruiter. He has been reading his work in public since early 1995.
He has supported and read with CAPs since the series first reading in March, 1999 with Founder, Jim Eve.
Milby has 2 books, 6 chapbooks published since 1998, 2 books since 2007, and two cds of his poems since 2004.
He hosts 4 other poetry readings in the Hudson Valley, including the 3rd Saturdays poetry series at Mudd Puddle Cafe, down Main Street in New Paltz from The Roost.
Each October, since 2003, Milby and HV Performance Artist Carl Welden, who plays Theremin, haunt the Hudson Valley as Theremin Ghosts! an unusual poetry and sound performance.
Dysfunctional families splinter
and members go their own way.
The distance between them immeasurable.
Children have a love hate relationship
with their parents and each other.
Time goes by, parents die
and the siblings gather to say their goodbyes,
but never come together
or quench their thirst of longing...
Poetry has the last word.