nameless (the life & times of all his events - natural or ficticious) part I

chadwickchadwick up my assPosts: 21,140

a jingle sounds

no... wait

it's uncle's burning leg

infected motorcycle road-peg torn meat mess

you bastard


standing in chaos

some sitting just as blowed

amazement swirls here this world

you'd see my soft flower take it all in

maybe a giant machine shop fan

or a one hundred & twenty pound dumbbell rusting a bit alongside rough garden settings

yes idea

pick it up a walk around

then back later resting place as fire gives coordinates


children with lighters are asked

young ones regularly on the flame thrower

this is a radical adventure

something like jungle & yukon weddings moving about on rails of grand friction

slaves, steel & pudding

the arguments are frothy soft salt water tipped back

taken in

taken down

& with a trick of the hand

a bicycle rack drops from a tree


i can't understand my own eyes

lady is still perfectly a few catalogs of song

her balance withstands

a pair or three of golden dreams dance knee high


construction saw

the humming engine spins

metal cutter

cinder block eating

still no tunes drilling the door mount 

imagine being read to by


the trip is vast

expanse... every square inch of yard sounds out in symphony as if some aged cathedral of stone just ran up to you & jumped into your dilated pupils

yes there will be moss

an anchor or was it maybe a lawnmower















 

    

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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  • hedonisthedonist standing on the edge of foreverPosts: 18,257
    I read this, while listening to this.  Beautifully mixed, words and music and poetry.

    Hug to my sweet friend :)
  • chadwickchadwick up my assPosts: 21,140
    a hug back to you, miss. i'll have to try your reading/listening method one of these times. thank you 
    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
  • chadwickchadwick up my assPosts: 21,140

    forest breathing

    millennia

    we are just small

    still you love this being me

    who i am

    you

    you are where i sit

    stand & rest

    you are muscle-tone of soul


    but, perfect backs used to be oak

    cedar ((freshly covered)) salamanders

    our salvation's cleansing's (salvations/cleansings) this dust footed stance

    so the easy winds have come

    & with each organism 

    a pause is lit

    a mine becomes a life


    she is going

    green will belong to dying before long

    sign is forever the falling leaves & fruit

    she's become canyon

    like a billion years carving away (together)  

    including fire & where we sin together


    i have been reminded several times just today

    within the last few minutes actually


      


       

     

     

    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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