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ODOP: untitled snippet

Every time I drag up this blog to add a post, I laugh bitterly at my ambitious title. Why do people start blogs over the summer?

Anyway, this is actually an outtake from another Public Health poem. Yes, if you’re wondering, the series is full of romantics, but curable ones.

You that own a house don’t know
All the rest of the city is mine!
It raises your taxes, and nestles in my heart

So the land is not in my name; the lakes are not in thine
My boots know the alleys, my head knows the haunts,
and no sandwich ever tastes dry to me.

Copyright 2010 Jobey George.


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ODOP: Written Before Coffee

Still fog; the world, in a fit of modesty, puts on a veil,
Perhaps shyness for how well it sated us last night.
Still sleepless yet, you the scout, and I the clown,
We catch our life of cold by the grey shore, and listen
While the ocean roars its incomprehensible secrets to us.
Your ankle is still sprained (though you let the tide lick it),
the cost of adventure (we could pay no other).
But though I doubt the saltwater’s healing properties,
I am satisfied: peace dribbles down your chin.

Copyright 2010 Jobey George

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ODOP: The Tornado and the Dog (7)

So latecomers can browse more easily, here’s the links in order to each part of the poem:
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4a
Part 4b
Part 5
Part 6
Part 7


The rage of devils has an end—
the dazed state after blind fury
is strangely gentle.

Not regretful. But gentle,
weirdly and whooshingly wise,
generous in exhaustion.

Spent, it uncoiled,
surveying its own damage.
Sighed. Disburdened itself
of desks and cars and flutter-things.

Found its foe—crooned a salute, gently—
and laid him down hairless.

Copyright 2010 Jobey George

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ODOP: The Tornado and the Dog (6)


The wild and ungainly charge,
the almost-straight line —

the guile of his foe
that feinted mid-blow from behind.

The tornado pulled him up by his hind legs;
For all his terror, the rest followed,
And no one heard his yips.

Copyright 2010 Jobey George

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ODOP: The Tornado and the Dog (5)


Pitched battle, the fur and the fright.

Copyright 2010 Jobey George

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ODOP: The Tornado and the Dog (4.b.)

4. ii.

And by the way, those eyes of ours
would have seen just the same as his —
you know? the dust and wind and white horror
that precedes the tornado like a train?

Whooshing stillness-in-motion.
Windows rattling like bojangles.

Nothing else living was, except
that dog and it.

Copyright 2010 Jobey George.

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ODOP: The Tornado and the Dog (4)

4. i.

Soul and spirit and saliva,
with which he met the foe.

From a mile away, it looked
like one could bite the devil
at it’s lowest point, and make
it heel… if a beast were looking.
Like a dog domesticated.

Thus we become heroes by our eyes.

Copyright 2010 Jobey George

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