DESCRIPTION
A small collection of nature poetry. It goes from the mountains to the high desert to my front yard in haiku and finaly out into the universe. Read Autochrist Supermarket and you'll see it's much less absstract and egocentric than my other work. [223 words]
ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
Okay, fine. I'm a twenty two year old student from just south of San Francisco. I enjoy a lot of things that you probably wouldn't care to hear about and I have a cat. I also enjoy my cat. He's funny. [June 2001]
AUTHOR'S OTHER TITLES (1) Autochrist Supermarket (Poetry) A little abstract expressionism, a litle nonsense. Put it togeather however you like and call it what you will. Isn't that the point? [438 words]
It's Nothing Like Our Sky John Amos
Glacier Peak Wilderness
Darkening hillside, sharp as the day it was born.
Gripping the last white bits of winter
On rough granite walls.
A glacial lake pulls down the patches,
Drawing them down into shimmering threads.
Rippling black liquid skin into circles.
Feeding the water in shadows of dusk.
* * *
Song of rain
Desert plain under shadows of a clouded sky.
A single drop of rain splashes
on the bleached skull of a long dead Indian man
Now it comes in quickening rhythms,
Tapping and rolling into dry earth.
A beaded curtain washes back across the rocks and dunes:
a whispered song
releasing the world from a kind of quiet
That comes from so much stone and sand,
and drifts up through muted rain
into the darkened sky.
* * *
swollen lunar halo
blocks out the stars:
midnight sun
leafless crooked willow tree
stands in front of
moon-bright horizon
cold autumn morning
raven eating gutter worms
old tomcat watches
* * *
It's Nothing Like Our sky
Staring up at a distant star
The summer ends and all around
The dying light of every distant star
Grows imperceptibly colder.
Reckless speeding entropy
Burning away into chaos and the inevitable
Heat death of the universe.
They say it’s nothing like our sky from out there
All-consuming blue white hydrogen and hellfire
Hot and furious and violent
Perfect singing lovely perfect violence
Just enough for the unreachable vastness of space to peer back
through a thousand lonely years of nothing.
READER'S REVIEWS (2) DISCLAIMER: STORYMANIA DOES NOT PROVIDE AND IS NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR REVIEWS. ALL REVIEWS ARE PROVIDED BY NON-ASSOCIATED VISITORS, REGARDLESS OF THE WAY THEY CALL THEMSELVES.
"I want to go back to the desert!" -- John amos, Confusion.
"I liked Autochrist Supermarket better, I think. This all seems like a mixture of abstract detail and description for concrete visions. I like the way that you can paint such an image in only a few lines. I also find your choice of metaphors interesting as they aren't often used. The title certainly alludes to an entirely different subject matter-very out of the box. I still like Autochrist Supermarket better." -- Tami Lynn, Bossier City, LA, USA.
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