Mind the Fire
Sunk the Ash
Pour the Potion
Apply the Knife
Danced in the Handerchief-big Space
Suddenly I felt Old
Metal Woven
And coiled Into Yellow
Toward the Gulf
Boss got Out
The only S O S I suppose
I watched the cotton rows
before the barbeque
Coloseun, some ruined temple
He let the Boss shake it
Slightly Puzzled smile on his face
Politics, he said
Even to be Freed?
Cass continued
Good with a capital G
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1 comment:
Glad you got it up there. I love the pics on your blog. Who is the bird? As for the poem, you have a natural way with setting up beats that really works for you. In terms of the organizing hand, I want a little bit more. I love random, but I also want links that I can follow to ideas. I think you have a lot of potential in this area because you see the big picture and enjoy words. Just give yourself some time to unify the pieces into a few distinct ideas. Nice work.
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