drunk with low green, crickets, and cicadas

chadwick
chadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
edited January 2012 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
and with the key to our sanctuary in the green yard
a drunken mess
i have dropped and lost

this
my every disaster
you at home waiting up for me
my stumbling here i come
you reading late this night
i see light

on

then lost
i don't know but rambling
the grass and crickets keeping company
to me is this
my friends down here
with the need of a tailor

torn clothes and the fence gate
these are the wires
that rip me apart
you are not this

and you do not hear their song
nor me
as i haven't a sound
but only to dwell in chirping

http://youtu.be/VOKtV-8BbGU
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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  • pepper
    pepper Posts: 155
    chadwick wrote:
    torn clothes and the fence gate
    these are the wires
    that rip me apart
    you are not this

    wow!
    Pepper- I am faith without religion, without bruised knees and pleas for forgiveness...
  • rollings
    rollings unknown Posts: 7,127
    "terrapin station
    in the shadow of the moon
    and I know I'll be there soon"
  • DinghyDog
    DinghyDog Posts: 587
    edited October 2012
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    Post edited by DinghyDog on
  • chadwick
    chadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
    DinghyDog wrote:
    I like your writing. I just noticed your location. What's the weather like there?
    thank you kindly, DinghyDog

    depends where i am
    today it is wet and damp
    cold even
    for some reason it's kinda like the outdoors :mrgreen:
    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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