nameless (the life & times of all his events - natural or ficticious) part I
chadwick
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a jingle sounds
no... wait
it's uncle's burning leg
infected motorcycle road-peg torn meat mess
you bastard
standing in chaos
some sitting just as blowed
amazement swirls here this world
you'd see my soft flower take it all in
maybe a giant machine shop fan
or a one hundred & twenty pound dumbbell rusting a bit alongside rough garden settings
yes idea
pick it up a walk around
then back later resting place as fire gives coordinates
children with lighters are asked
young ones regularly on the flame thrower
this is a radical adventure
something like jungle & yukon weddings moving about on rails of grand friction
slaves, steel & pudding
the arguments are frothy soft salt water tipped back
taken in
taken down
& with a trick of the hand
a bicycle rack drops from a tree
i can't understand my own eyes
lady is still perfectly a few catalogs of song
her balance withstands
a pair or three of golden dreams dance knee high
construction saw
the humming engine spins
metal cutter
cinder block eating
still no tunes drilling the door mount
imagine being read to by
the trip is vast
expanse... every square inch of yard sounds out in symphony as if some aged cathedral of stone just ran up to you & jumped into your dilated pupils
yes there will be moss
an anchor or was it maybe a lawnmower
"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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Hug to my sweet friend
"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
forest breathing
millennia
we are just small
still you love this being me
who i am
you
you are where i sit
stand & rest
you are muscle-tone of soul
but, perfect backs used to be oak
cedar ((freshly covered)) salamanders
our salvation's cleansing's (salvations/cleansings) this dust footed stance
so the easy winds have come
& with each organism
a pause is lit
a mine becomes a life
she is going
green will belong to dying before long
sign is forever the falling leaves & fruit
she's become canyon
like a billion years carving away (together)
including fire & where we sin together
i have been reminded several times just today
within the last few minutes actually
"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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gonna make my noise all day...clang clang rattle bing bang..gonna make my noise all day! I love sir Chadwicks infinite playfulness and your appreciation evokes Robert Munchs story and lights up my memory and how Chadwicks poems make me feel!