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pleased very much with writing. thank you.
roses do not hold her attention as well
but her neck smells of them.
she says she's writing a song for me
gots her piano fired up somewhere else
out in the field a cow gave birth
looking at legs standing for the first time
through the window pretty amazing
why would they keep a dead calf under the dining room table?
roses do not hold her attention as well
but her neck smells of them.
she says she's writing a song for me
gots her piano fired up somewhere else
out in the field a cow gave birth
looking at legs standing for the first time
through the window pretty amazing
why would they keep a dead calf under the dining room table?
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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genius? probably not
it's a sample of sorts to a quite lengthy little number i just wrote that made me grin and do a somersault here in my chair. quite nice i think. :wtf: odd and dark as shit with hints of beauty here and there
pretty much all true events as well, which makes things really fucked up
"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 fine writing there wickweed
"odd and dark as shit with hints of beauty here and there"
damn fine writing
"what a long, strange trip it's been"
That sounds really good. I know you can't always share stuff with us here - for publication reasons etc - but anything you do share - I will lap it up!
I've realised that when I read things on the board, especially the poetry, I naturally give them in my head my own accent (English), not an American accent - and that sometimes changes things - I think if you were to read me one of your poems, it would probably be a completely different thing from what I read in them! That is the beauty of the written word I guess. You are naturally funny though - eloquent and funny - a good combination!
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you're all over it
thank you for you, buddy
"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
pretty much all true events as well
u r a emotional genuis
I would like to tell the story
I would like to rip apart the madnesss from where it started, flowed, and ended
I would like for blackness
from now on I would like for no light
from now on
a minute peephole
opening to the world out
mine on the reverse, the underside of the cabinet
if it were grass or roots
or the forest floor
pointing in the direction of up or north, which have you
the nails in the fence post rubbed raw against my thighs
the barb wired
housing a corralled number of beasts
I would look out as a witness to season
chaotic twists
the sun and moon drunk on wine or rye
high on grass
the winter and then summer
winter and then winter again
spring then fall
summer would be happliy dosing under an apple tree
reading Shakespeare, holding a glass of tea
wildflowers bursting at her supple breasts
the seasons the four women cold and hot
sundown
me inside my wall
climbing between support beams like a spider
excited to the fly thrilled to the blood suck
all their breasts would sweat
their perfume riddled my modest home
all i could do was be erect
in my peephole shriveled
tried to disappear run away
I followed them each step
until the doorbell rang
and the parcel delivery service department associate
dropped off a box full of psychadelic drugs, pills
and several varieties of dildos and vibrators
"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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