a visual blizzard
fatalist swim
the sea, letters and me
peering in ethereals
wasteland midnight chrome draped me
in this storybook black
bored with everything
white light petals
pushing through
looking back
flowering snowflake star
icewater dew
streaming down grid cathedrals
and chasms, the deepest immense
who knew the symbol of winter's fit
the chase of background noise
I want a parade of a violin and toys
to play me the universe
throwing away the bad things
and bad dreams
my body is adrift ...
The shadow of a pine-branch quivered
On a sunlit bank of pale unflowering weed.
I watched, more solid by the pine,
The dark exactitude that light delivered,
And, from obsession, or from greed,
Labored to make it mine.
In looking for the words, I found
Bright tendrils, round which that sharp outline faltered:
Limber detail, no bloom disclosed.
I was still separate on the shadow's ground
But, charged with growth, was being altered,
Composing uncomposed.
A visual blizzard
a fatalist swims
the sea letters,
appearing at ethereals rim
wasteland winters fit
onscreen
midnight chrome
drapes scene
in this storybook black
we envelope boredom
and attack
its blades
of white light petals
pushing through
cycle it back
flowering snowflake
your are icewater
stars strewn
and streaming sad
down grid cathedral
mountains and immense
the chasms, mad...
But I finally figured out Pink Floyd's The Wall !!!
I amtalking to the fucking wall
The Wall is fascism or some type of domination, fuck yeah! For 20 years I thought it was the heart, and yeah, some part of the wall I still believe is the heart...
i love my husband because I am runnin' around the apt. screamin I'm outta my mind, I'm outta my mind, yellin' old obsessions about Pink Floyd and he just laughs and watches me post, no really he just reads Spin mag...
Eye contact
is made while
I drive by
in my near empty
dusty mercurial chariot
I flip the illegals
waiting patiently
outside of a Home Depot parking lot
the peace sign
Hearing aid
is an AT@T customer service representitive
laughing at my combative paranoid drunken barrage
of complaints and questions regarding federal surcharges on my bill
and whom I am dialing, Hey, any privacy, et al
I say this is Party Line Piracy...
Eye contact
is made while
I drive by
in my near empty
dusty mercurial chariot
I flip the illegals
waiting patiently
outside of a Home Depot parking lot
the peace sign
Hearing aid
is an AT@T customer service representitive
laughing at my combative paranoid drunken barrage
of complaints and questions regarding federal surcharges on my bill
and whom I am dialing, Hey, any privacy, et al
I say this is Party Line Piracy...
johngirl, that 2nd stanza kicks!
Previously you were talking to The Wall...now, I thought we saw it fall but it didn't fall at all, that wall...they just picked up the bricks, you see, they're real slick (the pricks!!!) and carried them to another town, as we rejoiced at it coming down. The news media, you see, is selling the stories they want you to believe but more and more the holes are showing, more and more, the lies are growing and the people are waking up and knowing that there's something amiss, let's hope and let's wish something's done before it's our last kiss!
Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
honestly, $ + technical problems = depression = poetry decompression for me
attempting submissions
a Summer of Kabuki
...recent dreams
3 nights ago
that "the Jim M." gave me a private concert in a private club
he's on the mike solo, singing The End...
2 nights ago
I and my daughter are visiting strangers closets, (3 to be exact), looking for luggage so as to pack up with our clothing, meanwhile, I have 2 tix to Paris in which I am holding and I am calling the airport apoligizing to daughter and airline from each closet to delay our flight...hmm
PS! PJ! loved seeing them live in SD this last JULY Eddie and I were on the wine wavelength COOL my 1st PJ show...
Comments
a visual blizzard
fatalist swim
the sea, letters and me
peering in ethereals
wasteland midnight chrome draped me
in this storybook black
bored with everything
white light petals
pushing through
looking back
flowering snowflake star
icewater dew
streaming down grid cathedrals
and chasms, the deepest immense
who knew the symbol of winter's fit
the chase of background noise
I want a parade of a violin and toys
to play me the universe
throwing away the bad things
and bad dreams
my body is adrift ...
Words by Thom Gunn
The shadow of a pine-branch quivered
On a sunlit bank of pale unflowering weed.
I watched, more solid by the pine,
The dark exactitude that light delivered,
And, from obsession, or from greed,
Labored to make it mine.
In looking for the words, I found
Bright tendrils, round which that sharp outline faltered:
Limber detail, no bloom disclosed.
I was still separate on the shadow's ground
But, charged with growth, was being altered,
Composing uncomposed.
Love "Words"
A visual blizzard
a fatalist swims
the sea letters,
appearing at ethereals rim
wasteland winters fit
onscreen
midnight chrome
drapes scene
in this storybook black
we envelope boredom
and attack
its blades
of white light petals
pushing through
cycle it back
flowering snowflake
your are icewater
stars strewn
and streaming sad
down grid cathedral
mountains and immense
the chasms, mad...
section
seduction U
26
3
tix
numerology
what does it mean
smiles
we're all good
I amtalking to the fucking wall
The Wall is fascism or some type of domination, fuck yeah! For 20 years I thought it was the heart, and yeah, some part of the wall I still believe is the heart...
p.s. the Avocado Highway rocks!
Death to Exxon, you motherfuckers!
watch your backs
is made while
I drive by
in my near empty
dusty mercurial chariot
I flip the illegals
waiting patiently
outside of a Home Depot parking lot
the peace sign
Hearing aid
is an AT@T customer service representitive
laughing at my combative paranoid drunken barrage
of complaints and questions regarding federal surcharges on my bill
and whom I am dialing, Hey, any privacy, et al
I say this is Party Line Piracy...
johngirl, that 2nd stanza kicks!
Previously you were talking to The Wall...now, I thought we saw it fall but it didn't fall at all, that wall...they just picked up the bricks, you see, they're real slick (the pricks!!!) and carried them to another town, as we rejoiced at it coming down. The news media, you see, is selling the stories they want you to believe but more and more the holes are showing, more and more, the lies are growing and the people are waking up and knowing that there's something amiss, let's hope and let's wish something's done before it's our last kiss!
honestly, $ + technical problems = depression = poetry decompression for me
attempting submissions
a Summer of Kabuki
...recent dreams
3 nights ago
that "the Jim M." gave me a private concert in a private club
he's on the mike solo, singing The End...
2 nights ago
I and my daughter are visiting strangers closets, (3 to be exact), looking for luggage so as to pack up with our clothing, meanwhile, I have 2 tix to Paris in which I am holding and I am calling the airport apoligizing to daughter and airline from each closet to delay our flight...hmm
PS! PJ! loved seeing them live in SD this last JULY Eddie and I were on the wine wavelength COOL my 1st PJ show...
LONG LIVE TRESTLES
big waves baby
ain't nothing inspiriring to write about lately,
is everbody dead ?
don't you get it about
politics
you bitch
about anorexia
nothing
gets
something
at least the
real vote
regards
done I care
these
Majority Rules