Thursday, September 9, 2004

POME

wet shoes

and short hair

bent black umbrella

remembering but

one day...

the faulted step of

cumbersome age,

bright flashing eyes

of toddlers--

the sweaty finger

consoling a rifle on

a desert road, trying

not to envision razor

blades on ordinary

airplanes, Again.

all in my mind:

great & terrible futures

played out in dreams

of loving ghosts.

We are the day!

from coffee dawn to

exhausted moonlight

And all the merciful

troubles in between---

We are the day.

[would that we were

not sad skeletons nor

bright birds created

within this world by

someone] OH! fading

beauty, that we live

so long and learn

less than we should.

Dry shoes and

shaved face, the

protective shoot folds

at home...the gun

points down for only

a moment

A hope-filled second.

i pause only to

consider the good

Effort.

----------------

Thursday, September 09,

2004~~that^ is potery.

OR just free=thinking.

We have got the Rains of

Frances now, grey &

ionic. The breath of G's

breath except for the

people who need help in

Florida & the islands...

Prayers especial 2 those

in need. Comment me

much & posit the good

while i breathe the

freshness of mild rain.

Schpill nary the shunkies,

we are nearly caught

the up.

poetslac OR the

breater of good

aer...love$smooch

lata~author

8 comments:

Anonymous said...

{there would be pixtures but the Kodiak
is balky of a grade=up...i must have posted
too many good fotoes & paintings}
Never mind~i am well represented on
many pages^

Anonymous said...

Slac, grate pome!
V

Anonymous said...

Good drugs, huh?

Anonymous said...

We are the day.  Each day.  Yet a day went by I didn't come here, and what gifs?  gifts of pome!

We are the day!

from coffee dawn to

exhausted moonlight

And all the merciful

troubles in between---

We are the day.

so quotable and succulent, as is a sweaty trigger finger on a desert road.  
Uncle Billy did good.  this is a good legacy, time capsule wise.

Anonymous said...

I am not even gonna mess with webding wingding things.  Speak English!  or Kodiak.  you have freeze dried some great moments here without flashing us onto the violence, but taking us to the face of sorrow saluted.  amazing.

well, then there's the threat of spilt shunkies...

mumsy's mood is amazing too.

Anonymous said...

yes, we are the day.

Anonymous said...

poetslac OR the

breater of good

aer...love$smooch

lata~author

you think yer so clevah....

as always, you are the poetslac - how wonderful how you strung those words together...

brilliant, yet once again.

xoxo,
flora

Anonymous said...

succulent wisdom abounds...

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