Most days I would try to write a poem; it is a practice, as I suppose is meditation, or smiling, or watching the world go by
Wednesday, 10 October 2012
Pull Off
Stainless steel table top
Spots of rain turn to mottled motifs
As one might find on oil slicks or lava lamps
Prickled points of container plants
Dead in their autumn shade
As one might find in Nash's paintings of lost hope
For the last time, for the last chase of words
Somewhere, on the way to somewhere else
A service station, for those in need of a service
A Poem from Outline Sketches and Vague Reasoning - Love Within a Drifting Mind available from Booktango by cliking anywhere on this text
Tuesday, 9 October 2012
Café Days
The congestion
More congested
Would a breath
Of oxygen
Ease
The conveyor belt
A Poem from Outline Sketches and Vague Reasoning - Love Within a Drifting Mind available from Booktango by cliking anywhere on this text
Monday, 8 October 2012
Bar Days
Just beneath the Jameson
Down the road
From the crocodile skin shoes
Watching the video
Streets of Philadelphia
A Poem from Outline Sketches and Vague Reasoning - Love Within a Drifting Mind available from Booktango by cliking anywhere on this text
Sunday, 7 October 2012
Store Days
Holy Moses
How much fun
To be with Children
No, no, no
Yah, yah, yah
A Poem from Outline Sketches and Vague Reasoning - Love Within a Drifting Mind available from Booktango by cliking anywhere on this text
Saturday, 6 October 2012
The difference
See
Close up
See
Far away
See
All the flaws
The brushstrokes
See
How it glistens
The composite whole
Enter the storyteller
All turquoise & jewels
Towing a casket
& a cast of a thousand children
A Poem from Outline Sketches and Vague Reasoning - Love Within a Drifting Mind available from Booktango by cliking anywhere on this text
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