Saturday, January 23, 2010

Poem by William Dickey

by William Dickey from

I sent you this bluebird of the name of Joe
with "Happiness" tattooed onto his left bicep.
(For a bluebird, he was a damn good size.)
And all you can say is you think your cat got him?

I tell you the messages aren't getting through.
The Golden Gate Bridge is up past its ass in traffic;
tankers colliding, singing telegrams on strike.
The machineries of the world are raised in anger.

So I am sending this snail of the name of Fred
in a small tricolor sash, so the cat will know him.
He will scrawl out "Happiness" in his own slow way.
I won't ever stop until the word gets to you.


  1. Hi how are you?

    I was looking through your blog, and I found it interesting, and inspiring to me, so I thought why not leave you a comment. I have a blog also obviously and would like to invite you to become my blog friend...?

    I mostly post about my Southern California experience through my art, and a Latino male perspective. Maybe you can become my pal, and follow, and I can also follow you, if that is okay. Well I hope to hear from you soon...

  2. How very lovely...but I see this in every blog you put up.

    Such beauty.

  3. Oh my, I do love that poem!

    I like the new blog look too. Wow, that header!

  4. I want a snail named Fred! Tee hee!

    Your sunset header is absolutely awe inspiring! Wow!

  5. Hi Mekeel,

    Love the poem, the sunset, the swan, the river. All of it . . . so lovely! Hope you are well and wish you were here or I was there.