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Die Musen

26. May. 1996 By Alex Nuttall - Bio

The spiral music stairway
On and on it goes up
Each step is an “I love you.”
Each tread is a tomorrow
Each riser is a now

Each sleepy foot continues
For unbeknownst reason
To the top the music goes goes
To the top
To the end
To the top


© Alexander Nuttall / OgFOMK ArTS 1996 - 2017 | 20170728 -ABN – Ed Date: 2017-07-2811:14

Truth or Consequences?

26. May. 1996 By Alex Nuttall - Bio

“Truth or Consequences?”
I say;

Soul abandoned among the jewels
And debris of some forgotten
Wistful—fistful place,
El Paso, Texas;

And I then say again!
“Truth or Consequences?”
Gingerly placing my finger
On the road atlas page
Hiding in the ruins,
Inside one blue Ford Fiesta,
Late at night
With her words echoing--
“Everything is taken care of except her father.”

El Paso,
Town of dreams
Burst at the seams--
Nothing’s there--
A scar
As far south as you
Are going to get;
Then down and out--
Three dollars
And some change--
Gas up!
One last Co-Cola
With New Mexico calling:
“Truth or Consequences?”

In 1995 before Alex Nuttall was to become a full fledged conscript of the United States Army National Guard he went on a road trip with his trusty 1980 Ford Fiesta. His Ford Fiesta was the sport model which could reach speeds of up to 120 miles per hour. It also managed to get him to Truth of Consequences, New Mexico.  There he managed to run out of ga…

Little One

13. May. 1996 By Alex Nuttall - Bio

Ten years of bad poetry
Did not make him worth much
To anyone,
Except—maybe--his daughter,
Who would not get
To say what she really
Meant until after he had gone.

It works out that way sometimes.

Poetry by Alex Nuttall, title: Little One, Original Date: 19960513 – © Alexander Blair Nuttall / OgFOMK ArTS 1996 – 2017 – Retro-published 20170728.

Poem about a daughter.