a time ago

on the ground
busted painted glass lying around
but a longtime ago
just beautiful shone

a longtime ago started yesterday
when in the alley
the lucky bird died
fell from atop the wire & brick
the city never mind
life had been

winding up somewhere near or far
those shattered colors are songs broke
like angel wings bent in half
those clouds did get angry

on the ground piled bones
they match lost color
no song among trash
grime
filth
scars
noise
dirty rain
pain & suffering

just busy going about




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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