Calling out from beneath the suffocating weight of your darkness ...
Overcome with confusion, angst and impatience ...
Wondering how one's heart may pump as marble ...
Asking for forgiveness though there's nothing to forgive ...
Reading into bruised and tattered tea leaves worn by acidic speech...
Daring to gaze forward and up from the abyss ...
Strength is found by those who won't lie down ...
those who kick and scream as I ...
who may one day surface whole ... I pray.
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a thinly veiled threat to the occidental zeitgeist...
photo,"Julie" by William Huber
Copylefted Material Contained Here...
In Just-
in Just-
spring when the world is mud-
luscious the little
lame balloonman
whistles far and wee
and eddieandbill come
running from marbles and
piracies and it's spring
when the world is puddle-wonderful
the queer
old balloonman whistles
far and wee
and bettyandisbel come dancing
from hop-scotch and jump-rope and
it's spring
and the goat-footed
balloonMan whistles
far
and
wee
ee cummings
2 comments:
just found your site... great stuff. no more? please?
Gregg - There will be more soon. It may be under a different site name, but such a change will be announced. Thanks for reading!
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