Froggy Talks

As always ‘The Blaze in the Haze’ arrives with bad
Commensurability, like comparing blood oranges
And magic mushrooms; they kind of make
You think your legs and arms have gone spastic.
If you eat them—but whoa, wait, we don’t
Eat them. What do you think this is Lewis Carroll?
We’re not hallucinogenic. Tall toad tales,
Maybe, but that’s as far as I will go.

We are all drawn to him. The child seems so
Precious—like you are chuckling the little baby,
Everyman, and he for once doesn’t need his
Diapers changed. Mazy, he says. I love you.
You can be in the magic poteen this time
And I will do the scent markings. Very cool.
We will fit like pieces in a jigsaw puzzle,
Not making sense until the end, if then.

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2 thoughts on “Froggy Talks

  1. Hello John:
    And You too: have a happy and healthy year. Already our eyesight is improving; I know, for one, that my vision now has 20 20 hindsight….
    Okay I’ll presume a certain amount of groaning here.
    I was not a preciousness reader of poetry. Consequently I remember quite a lot about my first experiences reading poems. The first poem I read and understood was the Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner, I remember sitting in the Lynbrook Public Library probably in my senior year of high school in a study carol as the light glowed in my eyes. I also remember where I was when I first understood a Wallace Stevens poem. The poem, by the way was ‘A privative ike an Orb.’ I was standing on line an in an unemployment office to pick up a check.
    I don’t remember exactly when I came across Lewis Caroll . It was probably when I was listening to Grace Slick sing White Rabbit.
    By the way, the Froggy in the title comes from a tv show that was on Saturday morning in the 50’s called Andy’s Gang. Andy Devine, a grade B cowboy actor, would come out on stage and say, Pluck your magic twanger Froggy ‘ and Froggy would appears in cloud of smoke. ‘highya kids. Highhya, highya.’ Us kids liked it. take care. Jim

  2. I’ve been reading this over and over Jim, drawn to your poetry as ever by the knowledge that there are ideas in these lines as well as feelings, and imaginative leaps from one idea to another – stepping stones in a stream or milestones in a fog. This time I am hazy about what is going on in your mind, although there sure is a lot of magic there. I wonder whether you loved Lewis Carroll as much I did when I was a child; the two Alice novels I found enchanting, and the poems in them had a big and lasting influence on my own, rather hazy, mind. There was The Hunting of the Snark too which ends with the Baker vanishing away “for the Snark was a Boojum you see”. As mysterious as the smile on the Cheshire Cat. Your poems have those qualities of charm (I hope you don’t mind this epithet) and mystery (I think you might fess up to this one though). Have a good new year – I most sincerely hope – old internet buddy. All the best, John

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