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Thursday, March 27, 2014

hindu shite


doggone man where have you been
                     ‘tis strange
how we go ‘round time and space


who can tell the numbers that equate
                                                        say
the stage in the colosseum with a quine
guitar wail or one in verona  darnest
with a ionescu play
oh don’t go loving me now
your destiny is done if you had one
yeah you’re lookin quite the same
but the four legged walk _’tis new
and the shaking off of the rain


why have you come back (wasn’t the
barger paid were you turned out at the
gate) once we met in the water wade
then again when you made me captain
next when we crave for the horizon
and so on _we went on becoming but
you are no more and you are again
this goin’ round i can’t understand
exiled on mean streets in the milky
way and fit with a lifetime everyday
like a mongrel chasing his tragedy
you may beat destiny with a movement
of your tail
now (no one cares)
the specks of light on a heaven’s night
will be there yet at summer’s end


i said enough (don’t love me now)
  you entered with my breath
     and i’m following winds
        shadows of an apparition
and white recurrent light
floods my roomful of gifts
  among them
     keeps a tinderbox
        subscriptions from hell


(-dog’s barking outside dad
-yeah i get him out of the rain

Sunday, March 23, 2014

when i get on with thinking



when i get on with thinking there is no issue on

whether i favor it or not it rolls keen on the matter


which contributes to discern it and in its own way


compels me  with its flash to surrender to continue


with being as good as it shows me it is my only


way to know to fill the blanks forever or else it is


not real...it does start sweet with the tomahawk 


kid dreaming the impossible imagining a head 


to match one's feet and still there's no ripple


rococo a thought wall then you may feel there is


an order _i know there is resistance in the flesh_


we are on default we started with a fall it arises


without our succor and it blooms to lead us out


of time and space _fix the line least you loose it