Friday, June 4, 2010

Spring IV

some scribbles to praise the decent
of another not day
outside
space green
hour blends into backyard
screaming
sirens the icecream song dizzing birds in collective shadow
swimming blue ones, the oil spills...

why am i practicing peace
looking at peas till they fruit days of
imagination swelter without sweat glands

my direction (you)
implants
the sun in clear blue

but u r

a lost child text-messaging god

voice in a tightrope
stretched cloud far
ther
than
balance can maintain

I need rain,
give me sign to continue.


Silent! gladiolas
function as magic

purple evening yellow pale periwinkle crimson
you are johnny apple,
you scatter skittles on my yeye

seed. plant. roots.

a garden between us

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