Orange peelings
chadwick
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Orange peelings (part I)
He sat me down
silk and satin pillows ran the span of everywhere
“just pull up a cloud of your own
or share a bed” he said
You have your recording instruments, yes?
referring to my notebook and pen
He asked me if I were ready?
“Are you open?” he asked, looking into my face from across length
“Yes I am prepared“
is what I verbalized
he then took my hand and opened it
he placed on my palm a crystal
Crystal northwest moon
I ran my fingers all over it’s ages
while holding all of its time
nothing could distract or distant
this beginning
I opened the door
The next day was that fast
fire glowed so quick it was all a blink
then a black switch
no stars
“but soon they will fly” he said
Again the cushions surrounded all the grass
all the wheat fields golden and windy
all the silk worms
farming against sunflowers and silver lakebeds
where shacks fill pleasurable desires
all sheltered by rusty tin roofs
The end table next to me
home of caged rabbit
eye level with me bird
I felt sorry for them
bird and rabbit
The lady on the floor
just loaded a dreamy needle
a strange shadow soon
when the rabbit gets jumpy
Every time
Tonight he said
“the drugs are growing for the future… each narcotic”
I was amazed by the rabbit's math skills
as his furry paw ran this calculator
adding and subtracting opium exchanges
Then the global toad
a striking figure
I was so lost … orange peelings
the smell of oranges
Writing the madness
I surrounded
he asked me
the colors
the sounds
and the silences
This is when I asked
for ink and said
“the glass bowl looks fun”
Five silk worms came through the door on pillows carried by diamonds
I was handed a root writing tool
rain for ink
he said “do not ever not have a pen, do you hear me?
And that is a warning.
to be continued...
He sat me down
silk and satin pillows ran the span of everywhere
“just pull up a cloud of your own
or share a bed” he said
You have your recording instruments, yes?
referring to my notebook and pen
He asked me if I were ready?
“Are you open?” he asked, looking into my face from across length
“Yes I am prepared“
is what I verbalized
he then took my hand and opened it
he placed on my palm a crystal
Crystal northwest moon
I ran my fingers all over it’s ages
while holding all of its time
nothing could distract or distant
this beginning
I opened the door
The next day was that fast
fire glowed so quick it was all a blink
then a black switch
no stars
“but soon they will fly” he said
Again the cushions surrounded all the grass
all the wheat fields golden and windy
all the silk worms
farming against sunflowers and silver lakebeds
where shacks fill pleasurable desires
all sheltered by rusty tin roofs
The end table next to me
home of caged rabbit
eye level with me bird
I felt sorry for them
bird and rabbit
The lady on the floor
just loaded a dreamy needle
a strange shadow soon
when the rabbit gets jumpy
Every time
Tonight he said
“the drugs are growing for the future… each narcotic”
I was amazed by the rabbit's math skills
as his furry paw ran this calculator
adding and subtracting opium exchanges
Then the global toad
a striking figure
I was so lost … orange peelings
the smell of oranges
Writing the madness
I surrounded
he asked me
the colors
the sounds
and the silences
This is when I asked
for ink and said
“the glass bowl looks fun”
Five silk worms came through the door on pillows carried by diamonds
I was handed a root writing tool
rain for ink
he said “do not ever not have a pen, do you hear me?
And that is a warning.
to be continued...
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
"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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cw
good shit
"what a long, strange trip it's been"
kinda
"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
Damn it, don't EVER show up without a pencil (or in your case, a pen) !!
well if this is how you write on the fly
good shit, man
"what a long, strange trip it's been"
angels share laughter
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
a tiny spark
a vision
go.................
"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
Godfather.
Shocked
I could only listen
new writing
new words
looking at the worms
somehow the room stood still
I couldn’t hear
yet I was listening full
I was growing
I was getting up without
Writing was told to me
Letters from time to time
did just that
more like star to experience
moon to pond expanding
or marble to rolling
it was all lubricated chaos
like the lady on the floor with the syringe
In some ways
I believe I was forgetting myself
leaving me behind
I believe I stayed outside
somehow I was absent while present, it was recoded.
This explains the candlelit carnival
this explains
caged animals
this explains
my explanations
my fears ready to be named
one by one as instructed
In the background
a transparent pipe waiting on red silk
a cat’s glass nap tower
shining its treasured ship mast
waving a rainbow box collecting
(to be continued…)
"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
some crazy shit man... continue
i have been collecting stories
working for the orchards as a parkriderwriter
to be continued...
"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