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LOUIS PIRRO
the  D A G O S P H E R E
          o t h e r   p o e m s
&
1 9 9 7  -  2 0 0 1
( page 2 )
(c) copyright Louis Pirro, 1997 - 2001
IDAHO KOAN

Monk: "Master,  what is Zen?"
Master: "Through the dams a salmon
   returns upstream !"
( CIVILIZATION )

Civilization
is the fat painted lady
rolled in an alley
COFFEE KOAN

The people walk by...
I blow them kisses
through the smoke.
A FEW WORDS

A few words
is all that seperates
lies from the truth,
the wise from the dumb,
and then from now.
CLASSICAL MAN

In youth
he was like
Odysseus,
but time
has left him
stumbling...
ECHO

Shadows of branchlets
trace her face
like capillaries
put there by the sun
that started it all.
A  HAZE

The smog cloaks a crow...
It masks the pine
and those perfumed;
but reveals again
my dissatisfaction.
PIONEERS

Pioneers
nude
brief
celestial
vacuum formed
but vacant
and now
like Adam
and less
naive
                            BLANKS

You were my adventure...
Now we are left with riddles
As our brains ripen on the ground
And your corvette dries and splits in the sun.
THE RECONCILED

Selves
of dated
propaganda
wage war
while the heartland
turns the soil
and then starts
anew
THE PASSAGE OF
THE NIHILISTS

all is gone
not much is there
& no one's left
to cry dispair...
but the void still begs
to be understood
and the fates conspire
that someone should... 
MY GRAVITY RHYME

Gravity attends a Mass-
It's audience a guarantee...
One should plan to commune,
for lack of velocity.
             SLEEP WITH THE FISHES...

Joe Gill was the first writer I knew.
Later, I named my fish for this man.
Both regarded me with mild interest
from behind plates of glass.
Neither could type well.
Only one knew Mickey Spillane.
THE LAST TEACHER

The last teacher
will come with nothing,
sit silently,
and wait...
but say little.

The last teacher
will listen to his heart beat,
but not be believed;
then leave.

And the last teacher
will be forgotten
again.
ETHER

the ether
displaced
with rectangular
pink precision
the sky -
pea green with envy
clash a world
known only
to He
who lighted
an unknown
flame
N E X T
B A C K