Dan Cuddy Archives - Baltimore Post-Examiner

What Is The End?

What is the end? A time or a place? On what attaching fact does it hinge? Is it propelled forward

I am not the wind Though each breath takes some particle on a flight I am not the roar nor

Anne Judy Godwin Poem II odd times like the way a sunbeam hits a car’s chrome I remember Anne “Judy”

i am a broken plastic superhero i was so captain america but the orgies of tornadoes and the prophecies from

hours of unhappiness imbuing the words I find on the sidewalk on walls on the fuzzy writing on the face

TV Poem political dishwater thrown from the TV all of us covered with debris smelling of someone else’s point of

fire engines whistles-lights-bells flashing red all over the night trip to rescue dampen contain this combustible fallen world this collapsed

Here I am Redundant, an Andy Warhol poster A few smears of new thought for variety Here I am

Saturday You will hold a candle, Protect the flame with your palm. Some will carry signs, “Stand For Peace”; There

The dimpled water can’t decide On inscrutable green Or metallic gray. The sky, a quilt of whites, grays, Patches