these parses:
collision of a simple brain
hit by wordlessness.
stains on the roadway,
days later.
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(nothingbutpond quietly sloshily lifts a tall one to friend jan…..who’s gotten around the bend, upyonder on the trail, barely trackable ‘cept for those generous runes on all those pop tops of his.)
This is where the pen should break, the paper tear, and words beget no more. As thoughts (not ceased, yet softened) are permitted harmless play, unshackled and unherded, over outspoken plain.
With no concern for language (nor for shoes), you first cast aside one word, then another. Forget what long journeys begin with. Just pull your finger from that dike–soon a big flood will wash away your steps; and you are There.
Situations arrive, and having no perch, take flight again.
Z-bull dallies, unaware of new leash.
Some business, some play, all moving as one.
A walk through abundance, spilling over all.
(An intimate mind hovers next to the world,
keen on the moments before decisions, and
clear of the sure division of ‘knowing.’)
[a division likely to be found on an "about" page.]
2 responses so far ↓
Marsha // January 12, 2008 at 5:31 pm |
This is so cool, I am slow to get a lot of it, but it repays study. I cannot find a way to subscribe to it though.
derek // January 12, 2008 at 9:29 pm |
a fickle swell
an updraft of courage
a long glider’s path
no stasis, only life
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for the moment you are not followed, as the dictionary has no entry for ” perchless”