log night sounds....(this)
could be
something quite
quite different (sounded in french accent)
nothing like
water
sodden air in a midwest
(;;;behest be...hest)
disjunc --t
clawing into the mind
to find find
questions
questions???
yes
as in what[?] or why{?} or whynot(?)
afterall
it's a freeforall after
all
then give more
or take for that matter
matter like a dirtball
or a derelict
or the same damn thing day after day
yeah it is bad
the red face tells all
tells....more than need be said
contrarian trouble
just trying to make sense
of
the
ar-gu-
ment
(())
playing with shapes
avoiding
pro fund it E
night air hisses and whispers with
sprinklers hissing and sprinkling
like amplified pissing
last light eyelid of the night warbler
poised heart faster than can be imagined
sleeping
sleeping
this is no poem
i merely set out to sort through
the adversities of night
the trials of a slowing
mind
i go "(go)"
to where the hard riders go
i make my way it looks real slow
but i speed
like the heart of the night warbler
humming in a bird dream
an(on)
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
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2 comments:
i must disagree
this IS a poem
i started reading
wondering if this was your own
or a posting of some other
poet's work
but before i was half way through
i could tell it was you
i have very little idea
what it is about
but i like it
i like the playing with shapes
(?) [?] {?}
may i add "< ? >" ?
i like the dirtball
and the sprinklers
anon
ok
we'll call it a poem
i made it
it must be a poem
something made
i'm not sure if i understand it either
ah well
ta
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