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Two from Dallas Clayton…good for a rainy, dark Sunday

Dallas Clayton – warm fuzzy poetry update

Haven’t checked his site much since I last blogged about it, but Dallas Clayton has some sweet new pieces out. I’ve put a couple here, but there’s a link to his site at the end of this post:



You know what’s in the ocean
and that most of it,
including the ocean itself,
can kill you without concern.

But here you are
on the shore
all alone
stripped down to nothing
smile on your face
charging toward the waves.



It‘s a dismal day
that day
when your parents decide
because of books they’ve read
and teacher’s they’ve talked to
that you are too old
to keep taking baths with your friends.

No more bubbles
playing pretend submarines.
Only washing yourself clean and thorough.

It’s a hopeful day
the day that follows
as you set out looking
to make new friends
the kind who will not care
what their parents think
and many years later
will wander with you
arm in arm
in search of larger bathtubs
and neverending bubbles.



What good is it
having access to all these hundreds and thousands
of virtual friends
if you don’t use that ability and that information
to get in a van and travel the world
meeting people face to face
and learning what it’s really like
to be where they’ve been?



With a hotel pen
I scratched all kinds of facts
on the other side
of that dollar bill
ones about how many people I’ve punched
and how many have punched me,
their names and ages
and reasons we were both so mad
and how we felt afterward
and if anyone threw up
or had to go to the hospital
or snitched.

I spent it on a snow cone
flavored like tamarind.
I didn’t know what that was when I first moved here
but now I do
and it’s delicious.



As a teenager
It is important to shake your fist at the gods
to run as far and as fast as you can into the dark
get lost, pass out, and wake up the next day
with a volume of new and troubling goals
and no plan whatsoever to help you achieve them.

As an adult
it is important to look back at how hard your fist shook
and how those gods still forgave you,
because they had been there too,
running and passing out,
and now that it is all here upon you
plan or no plan
those goals don’t seem nearly as troubling.


His website is here, you should check it if you like these.

Dallas Clayton: writer, illustrator, generally awesome

I think I’ve seen some of Dallas Clayton’s books around and about, but I didn’t know about his AWESOME WEBSITE until I stumbled upon it here. If you have a spare minute or two, go check him out. He posts pictures, poems, musings, messages and more. Lovely job. Here are some things he has done (ps – where can I get a falconer’s glove?):



Buy a falconer’s glove.

Approach the girl you like wearing the falconers glove.

Ask her “Excuse me, have you seen a falcon fly by here?”

Look up to the sky, hopeful/sad.

If she says “No,” look distraught and ask her if she wouldn’t mind helping you look for your falcon.

No human being would ever turn down an opportunity like this.

Use the time you spend together searching for the falcon to get to know her.

At the end of your search (10 minutes) you will probably need consoling re: the loss of your one true friend.

By this point her interest in you based on the fact that you were able to put so much love and time into the raising of a falcon will more than ensure a second date, and from there it’s just a hop skip and a jump to marriage.

Good luck!

*NOTE: If by chance a falcon does appear out of nowhere, simply say ” (falcon’s name) I’ve missed you so much! Don’t ever scare me like that again!” Then offer to take the girl to dinner for helping you find your lost falcon. Bonus: You just got a free falcon!



At the dinner table
upon her going away to college
we discuss what dogs we would all be,
a common enough question
but not one you can answer on your own.
You cannot choose
because we cannot all be show dogs
or winners of races.
But if we are lucky
and spirited at all the right times
some can get named
half-golden retrievers
with big sloppy smiles
warm and perfect for cuddling.




How important is it,
On a scale of one to ten
for an adult human being to know what a stegosaurus is?

Answer: 4


How important is it
for an adult human being to not not know what a stegosaurus is?

Answer: 8.5



When you’re in the midst of a breakdown

remember that others with far more to lose

and much further to go

have been where you are

and emerged unscathed

by doing little more

than continuing forward

with their heads down

and their boots tightly laced.



Been washing the cement
on this same parking lot
every day for the past six years.

No one pays me.
Just like doing it.

It doesn’t get much cleaner
than it was the day before.

But the smell is nice

And I get to wave to people
on their way
to whatever jobs
they’ve been cut out to do.

Don’t know the name of the man who owns this parking lot
or where this hose is connected
but I like what I do.

And I don’t have to dress up for it.