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$smooch
lata~author
8 comments:
{there would be pixtures but the Kodiak
is balky of a grade=up...i must have posted
too many good fotoes & paintings}
Never mind~i am well represented on
many pages^
Slac, grate pome!
V
Good drugs, huh?
We are the day. Each day. Yet a day went by I didn't come here, and what gifs? gifts of pome!
We are the day!
from coffee dawn to
exhausted moonlight
And all the merciful
troubles in between---
We are the day.
so quotable and succulent, as is a sweaty trigger finger on a desert road.
Uncle Billy did good. this is a good legacy, time capsule wise.
I am not even gonna mess with webding wingding things. Speak English! or Kodiak. you have freeze dried some great moments here without flashing us onto the violence, but taking us to the face of sorrow saluted. amazing.
well, then there's the threat of spilt shunkies...
mumsy's mood is amazing too.
yes, we are the day.
poetslac OR the
breater of good
aer...love$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
succulent wisdom abounds...
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