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frisky Vikings with blithe feet–
that’s
one lucky rooster
and maybe later we’ll listen
to the smitten flickers
of raspberry banjos
or watch sea lions doing
imitations of Grateful Dead
then
eat jamaicanjerkchicken
and go live in a yurt
that’s
one lucky rooster
and maybe later we’ll listen
to the smitten flickers
of raspberry banjos
or watch sea lions doing
imitations of Grateful Dead
then
eat jamaicanjerkchicken
and go live in a yurt
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Sitting on top of the roof of Homebase Garden Centre
Our blissweaver's REALLY coming up with rubies!
cuz
WAY, FINSBURY how do you do this
my telepathic carrot
ok so i was twirling some lines in my notebook
and today's yesterday's musings
along lines of
'
*
let the aestheticians be artists
then we'll have something beautiful to talk about*
(and in the rooms we can b.s. bout michelangelo TOO)***
and
something about Joyce (aesthetic arrest)
and
how love stops-us-in-our-tracks
with
total awe
blissing luminous wow fully gardening on the rooftops
fern bedazzled
shingles and chimney mulch~~~
and ooh la ooh la
i love goats/ and in today's newspaper
this cute
article on baby goats born (outofseason)
winter
cuz
"Randy" (haha twopeckered billy, no doubt, hornygoat)
broke out of his pen twice....
and impregnated the females!!
looks like an early spring....
got up to a balmy fluky 33 degrees
(which is up 50 degrees, from sub -20 windchills a couple wks
back)
mudcakes, squiggles///**ohyeh, saw cool show on Medici's florence~~~
as i melt thoroughly (orchidly) into the
immediate April of yr skin
irresisting you as
greenlings and soft woolly goats
or, instantly becoming(s) content w/
cool pomegranates of self knowledge
we hide in
love’s intensing vulnerable fragrance
*and in a still silvering nowness
all thing every ours foreverly
&
i shall walk calmly as a giraffe
into death’s thrilling sunset
birds, bicycles,
fingers
splattering
auroraborealis
morphing
sometimes
the metaphysical seashells
arching resilient
in the flowering trees
twiggy paw prints on lavender syrup
fluent lava of kisses
or the improbability of chocolate macaroons
& magenta-flanked fish
i find that you are infinitely
better than astrotravel or juniper berries
when we swivel, silverspooning
my exquisite baklava, your arms
contain the ample quietude of angels
yet we are magically real sentient beings
caught in tomorrow’s universal will
of all things recyclable (time, god, death-
love & spring) awaking
fish slender to sing a valentine sonnet
in an apricotish dawn
beneath the fabulous complexities
of these esoteric trees,
the gleaming bliss of densely seasoned
wishes–
undulating nymphs of quintessential wildness
& the
tender refractive nonsense of prisms
brighten the whole messy
afternoon
ninnygonannygonancingby
ahhhhhh
those
fluffinessvistasandmommymilkskies
"the gleaming bliss of densely seasoned
wishes–"
ninnygonannygonancingby.......Ummm Desert First Please!
Can't seem to get enough....Rich Decadent a very LUNA kind of evening
into death’s thrilling sunset"
Giraffe's have to be one of the most beautiful creatures on the planet! I loved this line!
And baklava, sweet, crispy, honey, nutty, yummy--ooooo-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-lah! A bite of bliss, if I may!
red roving in the mysterious happy fields!!!
~~~
Red rover, red rover
I call cassia over
championship
silky
Newfoundland
~~~~
and p and i
went so fun early valentine suppah~~~
and everytime i post a chatty reply,
i recall
that in the board rules it suggests that a PM
be used
if you just want to talk about what you had
for lunch !!!
but
wow, hey,
in my universe, Food IS POETRY
especially
chocolate
and melted cheeses
and anything
ITALIAN
bravobravo~~~
and so,
we had
fondue....
and
Devil's Tower
triple
chocolate
cake
and
that's a poem
tickle tongue
slip slide
sweet melts
coating
covering
careessing
comforting
savouring
swallow
Back to the box
{{{{{{blisskisses}}}}}}
More of dat cass. So alive. Her threads never get old, they get younger!