let's have a fight and not call it a fight let's call it a discussion let's restrain ourselves so what we say remains unsaid let's exchange what we have said we value and pretend that none of it exists let's also pretend we can survive as each not both let us reframe what we've declared as something other than and offer to recline decline incline lose spine as if were were one thing let's fail once and for all to be one thing let us insist upon our thoughts let's never talk let us think privately of how the world is for the world is this completely non-bombastic place let's say we live here both or each let us continue blocking off the senses from our minds let us invent new minds immune to other minds and think recall refresh resynch resist refine recline rescind recast
Take a spinet or harpsichord and split it into thin strips for making hats, bonnets, or baskets. Warm over a fire made of dried buffalo-dung. Flip once, letting it land in the dust of the last sand-trap between you and the green-- heads, you lose; tails, you lose. Place a silicon wafer on your tongue, and call it Jesus.
Lips teetering on the brinks of coffee mugs, we chattered beside the halting brook, green ferns standing all about.
"Into this wild Abyss the warie fiend Stood on the brink of Hell and look'd a while."
The point of being, doing . . . rather like finding in an East End junk shop a postcard photo of a yodeling group from your hometown, and yet conjuring up succulent meals for your friends despite the wartime austerities you, among others, faced.
rattling in the moist breeze on a historic evening of words surrendering in the mouths of politicians in sombre dress
grey hair dyed dark and tasteful ties with moderate knots
are the co-ordinates of sincerity in the eradication of war
Telly dressed leaders
- consigned to the history of a passionate cause lining pockets of co-operation in the equality of flags and parades -
become a jumble of yesterday's news holding the chips for tommorow's game
of cold coiled reality, torqued to a level of trust constantly tied, tested and untethered by events which depart and return with the simplistic consistency of two tribes lying in wait for a sign of belief
in each other's right to live on a land rich in the conflicting songs of a patriot dead who died for truth and lies put into their heads through centuries of silent wrongs and bloodthirsty rights.
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along afloat sleeping a fall the great inner start hid my boundless attempt of what must ablaze
that night his weather with shelter the influence dims from its form
a chain root be under my skin as lack conditions hips empting so passed into stillness
witness of the waking of which new danger is the movement of the curved wide heartbeat it sprouts
of course I love this darkness and change complexes as thought
a spider songs gestures his specific certainty celebrating to climb a fence it accentuates a time when ritual passes unified intellection curtails on his violets his comparison is what body would stand for reason
questioned hours assume a duplicative surface the spark scenting the smooth sidelong positions responding to not necessarily to what's right
indications to what uses touch befalling the insight implicitly to suggest there we rode the parable jammed full and rented as an art
the chair brushing my anklet has suggestions to how willingness logs and swarms in boundless simple property
both distance and care watch over the lyric fielding steps plucking disturbance from mind as sudden as fact lies toward and out only because towards is to gain some direction of age
but whole is hostility a passel of concerns the lens that shapes the existing whitening the sentence within the phrase entrapping the features of how falls worry the thoughts of clouds as they cover
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The President prays to his helicopter. "Why me, O, Lord, why me? Some folks sit on the fence, waiting for the voice from the whirlwind. I gotta make my own wind." Small needy voices in utero whisper to him. The President prays in his helicopter. Grass bends in his breeze. Dogs run away. The power button is carried aboard by an aide. It doesn't simply vanish when the President sets foot in his helicopter, heading for his weekend of prayer at Camp David. History seems to take a time-out as the President flies from one place to another. It gets up from its place on the couch and visits the fridge and the bathroom. To his dogs on the White House lawn the President shrinks to the size of a gnat in the gut of a huge whirlybird of prey. Picking at his scabs, the President soars above the drought-plagued farmland below him. "Why me, O, Lord? Why on my watch? What next? (he wonders) locusts and frogs? Babies dying in their mothers' rooms . . . I mean wombs. Why me, O, Lord? Why make it so hard for me to get the words right?"
Halvard Johnson =============== email: email@example.com website: http://home.earthlink.net/~halvard
your tidiness is extrasensory your image, an amalgam of platonic sketch your heartbeat shatters nine-tenths of my privacy your accomplishments all in color even out the spectrum your indifference amounts to fluid sentiment your parts of speech conform to a spacific dwarf peach tree your ubiquity infers the everlastingness of mathematics your columnar appearance speaks to substance your woodwind instruments afford white space your instincts all possess a lifetime of finesse your health wears every shawl still in your home your mantra is a blueblood microphone your nautical accountability allows the pond to remain round your singing voice is sterling in a white row your intellect appears contagious your leaning to monastic shelter braves me your violets tilt in the direction of new prescience your intergalactic downtime thrust into the figurative sea your infinity is my patch of morning glories very plurally endowed
There are those birds concerned with resource, trend, and crime. They tend to bounce about talking to other animals about tolerance for gays, spending the rest of time aiding one another through illness and complex ideas as when to use forks and how much to breathe. They are the copyists tastes for how the sky should streak, the conditions, they say, for when all can look up at the clear many of us.
again, ever been, wander bound to the familiar, and followed to get home, which, unafraid how clear a wasted use, can as they are, roost to remember the slowly learnt, as a living, on the grace it owes, stands and sends and used to stand and become alight with only feelings, means so much, stay to be aware of the struggle, even for to be seen, there's need, there is here for the overtaken
inexorable turn aroma "around" stinky pants legs cannot without persuasion pulls his shoes on uniform entire wardrobe stench [late morning] not grimace "you're backyard" it's sun/shadow/leaves inert ash't bbq left one box stacks on another "just like yesterday," minimum (lack) new shorts green striped [who asks it] question "did your garments?" no grown sprung 'now? no laces roughshod't 3 boxes higher now massed (say shaggy) 'look't up temporary not a yard less step away (form 'genics) you're treatment stopped "just, yoga, salvation by faith, believer," average height 5'9' 'orable exit