I really don't know

chadwickchadwick up my assPosts: 21,152
edited September 2010 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Earlier responses
led to nothing
everything ignored me
more than everyone

I had all the information relayed
to engineers
angels &
the Milky Way’s creamery

For all I know
her ice cream
her sexuality
and imagination
lasted on my groin
latched onto all my firmness
it all came true
as she flew

She flew so beautifully
like wind-leaves falling homeward
for days to go through them for happier sunshine
and song

Replying to super-beams
I always get lost in her daystar
hair all over gold-flows
or was it light

No matter I’m gone
for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."

Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
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