Germany

A new poem by Jim Dine.

Germany
Jim Dine

Those that I have

infused with love

I get it back (sometime)

most times.

The worst

Is being trapped

By the passion,

When it seemed I’d won

the lottery.

Who can even tell

When the angry child

Raises the spectrum

or its angry fist

and won’t see

Blessed joy

—The Victim,

Sick of the fog.

Germany

it comes out of the tube.,

The tones all

Seek out

gray.

What means blood ?

Babe

Whats young and old

Babe?

unmatched in our land

Impossible to fault

A new poem by Jim Dine.

Impossible to fault
Jim Dine

you said “ I carry very

little shadow now

for awhile i let it go.

Those childish voices

that expressed themselves

With the precision of darkness.

One evening , the great

Depression introduced herself

and she, using my body

Lived into an old age

According to the truth.

Parrot,

Can i work it with wax

And plaster

Again ?

Can i tool it

And re-scan it

Again ? Adding stuff

Like clay or gypsum,

Can we get it outside by Friday?

2 Hammers-

Can they be made so their heads

come off ?

Their handles break down

to 2 or 3 parts

and can I correct

in the machine?

When you see them move

Naturally like you do,

Then time stands still,

At the 90th birthday celebration,

Where all the people

I work with

Need some reality

And some need friends,

I make a list.

When you are intimate

You see evidence of

Personal privacy

it’s an obscure life

But not bound by the occasion.

January in Göttingen

A new poem by Jim Dine.

January in Göttingen

 Jim Dine

Oranges, Clementines

The racing time of 1000 trees

Shaking their leaves to show

How free immigrants can be if only the auction house would ignore them,

And the others so smart and all knowing,

Castrate the idea of Bonnard and

Ink my hand black

a pink palm swaying in the Florida night

Before breakfast immortality.

without fat & air and feathers-

A simple watchers whim

The one hair left on his forearm—

There is no world like tonite !

Red & angry

The fingers

In the window

No knowledge of the end

Or the latest news—

The poem, describing the state

Of the Zinnias this morning

And with slowness

We target the white legions freezing out the good times.

The vision

Of plants and animals

The end, especially

The end.

There is

slowness, now

Lack of belly present

From old childhood.

variations abound

That’s a lot more specific

The strength in my thighs,

What about pain & stiffness………

January 2025