poem - 12 & 1
chadwick
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it's all just about over
many roads ride those tired hills
where weary lines fade
many roads ride those tired hills
where weary lines fade
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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slower no longer legs
littler meat muscles not very much
something brought the butterfly nearer than yesterday
she sat watching sipping her box wine
not drunk as fuck like me
pills, grass, booze
whatever it takes
when bunny met butterfly
or was it butterfly met new bunny
well we know it was early
no... actually evening was approaching
flowers purple & white announced cover
alfalfa ran quicker than any bunny
or any butterfly could have their wings
the spread open legs of these hills create music
even when wine, pills & bud
even with drinks, pill bottles & a sack
i think her hair goes well here
you may notice behind her the calling of bird songs
something like a live show
larger than smaller
a simple designer full sky bringing down every bit of beauty
her smile
her laughter nearly pisses in her pants
my screwy ass poetry read aloud
"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
Nice!
slowly walking on up the sidewalk
a few rose bushes still painting for this october morning
somewhere warmer has been mastered
across the valley over goldenbrown fields
a risen sun holds all of this for each of us
hospital's entranceway doesn't really stands still
sorta like crystal sunflowers necked up against darkness sliding down her hips & thighs
my hungry beast within
hers licking lips
onward the even scaled out vastness that are each brown & green blade of grass
soon to be froze
quilted over in white dreams both day & midnight blue star-sprinkles
until then even the water fountain has given hope
it's just that her breasts
ass & eyes sing out to me
something like peacock feathers collected & stuck on every zebra
squirrel & rabbit
you can easily desire her touch
but waiting said the wind
a miserable birdcage captivated even this ocean
nothing dies only days & nights where we are not
when we could easily orgasm several times together soon
something like falls
water & mist over boulders
ferns & richness of these bodies
the soil of breathing together
set in deep trenches hanging there red, green & crisp yellows
oil lamps & steady hands guide across silken femininity
as shutdown bones scream
"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