Allen Sutterfield - His Poems

copiright2006 Allen Sutterfield

LORCA'S DEATH

A flight of black swans
Over the river
Of a book

Dark as blood roads
On grave guitars

His last face
Amap of fire,
burning up the sun



AUGUST 17 1997

O waste of summer evening in despair
The unknown bird at my obscure window
Sings, why should I care? why should I care?
And I cancur, and I concur.

Yet a moment later, when he has gone,
A streak of red with a golden afterglow,
I find I cannot sing his song alone.
My voice away with him has flown.

These words I write but do not sing
Nor do I light at any window.
Musicless I am a hapless thing
Going round and round a hopeless ring.

But it is not bird or lack of bird
That makes me feel so teribly hollow
Its that I know there is no word,
There is no word, there is no word.



ON LEAVING FOR VANCOUVER

So, we'll not walk
These streets again
Not now, nor the next year after

And we will not
Go hitching again
Not now, nor the next year after

To everything there is a season
and many times
The moment of departure

But sadness only comes
Because of joy, it is never
a serious threat to the heart

That endures whatever
Occurs, Before, now,
And the next year after

Remember Me

Copiright2006 Fred Olsen


Jane sits in her cylindrical duralumin tomb
The epitomy of luxury, the stewardesses loom.
Skin schulptured by Revlon, her nails she'll preen
Only two days ago you should have seen where she'd been

Rmember me

Bae Squats shivering in her leaking tatched home
The damp fog descends like a blanketing dome.
Skin weathered and burnished, nails cracked and torn,
In life's triage, it oft depends where you are born.

Remember me

Days ago their gaze met and locked on that mountain terrain
They were one, whatever transpires in the days that remain.
Bae turned to east, Jane turned to the west
One will have the least, the other the best.

Remember me

Their children will grow, at least some of them will,
They'll follow their paths for good of for ill.
a lot will depend on the fortune of birth
Sometimes its hard to believe they are on the same Earth.

Remember me

Finally Jane hits the streets of her city
Overwhelming with road rage and devoid of pity.
Both women turn to thei tasks, of whatever they are made
Sometimes I wonder if its the West that needs aid.


Note: This is Fred's s second poem inspired while on a tour of Vietnam.

Thought of the Day

...to get old? horrible, horrible... but it's the only way I found to avoid dying young...

Daniel Pennac - French writer- 1944

Porno-Euro is Legal-Tender

Germany was on the alert over counterfeit Euro-notes imprinted with pornographic images. The notes, meant to be sold as a joke, soon began to circulate as legal tender. A costumer at a shop bought two cartons of cigarettes worth 66 euros and received 534 euros in change when he paid with a 600 (legally inexistent) Euro note. The German police immediatly blocked the circulation of the Porno-Euro, explaining during a press conference, that there are no legal 300, 600, or a 1.000 euro notes, those in circulation were fabricated jokes, in any even the couterfeit notes would be easly recognizable from the legal ones because in the legal ones, the word-denomination is Euro, not Eros.