#1- Kick out da word jam
crow woman
shrouded in black
she picks up shiney objects
puts them in her pack
crow woman caws
alarm! alarm! alarm!
danger in the forest
the desert range
then she laughs
casting an beady eye
askance
crow woman lives in flocks
flocks of crow people
she knows the water
she knows the sky
she knows the earth
she fears the fires
that keep her warm
crow woman flies
a wing and a prayer
crow knowledge
crow tricks
crow paths cannot be followed
for the sky holds no traces
except the sun and moon
light and dark
crow woman cries
crow woman sighs
crow woman laughs
and flies...
shrouded in black
she picks up shiney objects
puts them in her pack
crow woman caws
alarm! alarm! alarm!
danger in the forest
the desert range
then she laughs
casting an beady eye
askance
crow woman lives in flocks
flocks of crow people
she knows the water
she knows the sky
she knows the earth
she fears the fires
that keep her warm
crow woman flies
a wing and a prayer
crow knowledge
crow tricks
crow paths cannot be followed
for the sky holds no traces
except the sun and moon
light and dark
crow woman cries
crow woman sighs
crow woman laughs
and flies...
- Doreen Peri
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i disrobed with love,
lust, my nude companion thrust into
short circuited neurons, clawed with
nails veiled by paint, the saint
of a crow woman caw, the law of
the landscape!
wake me up from the beady eye
askew truths, rude like nod eruption!
shake me from dumb corruption, lust
aquiesced with a crested plume
of ancient innocence.
i heard the crow caw shadow dance
beats in bass repeat, the women's laugh,
a soprano swell.....
lust, my nude companion thrust into
short circuited neurons, clawed with
nails veiled by paint, the saint
of a crow woman caw, the law of
the landscape!
wake me up from the beady eye
askew truths, rude like nod eruption!
shake me from dumb corruption, lust
aquiesced with a crested plume
of ancient innocence.
i heard the crow caw shadow dance
beats in bass repeat, the women's laugh,
a soprano swell.....
spider woman weaves a web
intrigued...for what she might catch
encircling the world with a mighty light
webs of neurons; photochemical,
phasmogorical, intensical, bop prosical
light...
spider with her strings plays a tune
on Gleason's Honeymoon
smiling at the bus stop
spider woman crosses barriers
with a squirt and a wave of legs
long ass legs...
spider woman meets crow woman
and have lunch. Hah!
intrigued...for what she might catch
encircling the world with a mighty light
webs of neurons; photochemical,
phasmogorical, intensical, bop prosical
light...
spider with her strings plays a tune
on Gleason's Honeymoon
smiling at the bus stop
spider woman crosses barriers
with a squirt and a wave of legs
long ass legs...
spider woman meets crow woman
and have lunch. Hah!
- Lightning Rod
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excuse me if I interupt the flow
but this is a document
a virtual wonder
I am honored
just honored
to be here with you
but this is a document
a virtual wonder
I am honored
just honored
to be here with you
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- Doreen Peri
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- Joined: July 10th, 2004, 3:30 pm
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capacity history, feigned slights, white
snow sucked up by nightlight insights,
paranoid ploys, towed doilies on mahogony
tables, legs carved in arched detail, each
reach of a rung sung like bosanova
delta chant..... plants on a fragrant balcony,
spider rests fluent in an arc.
we sit in the dark
and talk of crow women.
i gather twigs for a nest.
blessed is the capacity of history tests,
flagrant rows, crows atop poles, doles out
of various opinions.
i realize the eye of hurricanes.
all i can do is remember her names,
mine silent among young crows,
feet complete with adversity, mahogony
benches unpolished.
snow sucked up by nightlight insights,
paranoid ploys, towed doilies on mahogony
tables, legs carved in arched detail, each
reach of a rung sung like bosanova
delta chant..... plants on a fragrant balcony,
spider rests fluent in an arc.
we sit in the dark
and talk of crow women.
i gather twigs for a nest.
blessed is the capacity of history tests,
flagrant rows, crows atop poles, doles out
of various opinions.
i realize the eye of hurricanes.
all i can do is remember her names,
mine silent among young crows,
feet complete with adversity, mahogony
benches unpolished.
Rosie sat on the barstool
smoking a camel or two
wondering about jockeys
and the guy over in the corner
with a mystery shrouded aura
a bit of the blues, a shred of red
greenish about the gills
but overall, purplish and smokey
Her drink was cold, frosty
as were her lips, a pale pink rose
he moved his legs, uncrossed them
she noticed that he was watching
well, he was looking at her, not
really at her, just sizing her up
like she was in a car lot, shiney
fenders, bullet headlights,
and all slick and leathered
Rosie was about to meet this
man of mystery...but that is
another story...a fantasy
care to come, with me?
Come with me...
smoking a camel or two
wondering about jockeys
and the guy over in the corner
with a mystery shrouded aura
a bit of the blues, a shred of red
greenish about the gills
but overall, purplish and smokey
Her drink was cold, frosty
as were her lips, a pale pink rose
he moved his legs, uncrossed them
she noticed that he was watching
well, he was looking at her, not
really at her, just sizing her up
like she was in a car lot, shiney
fenders, bullet headlights,
and all slick and leathered
Rosie was about to meet this
man of mystery...but that is
another story...a fantasy
care to come, with me?
Come with me...
- Doreen Peri
- Site Admin
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rosie was a cheap slut struttin' trust
on the flipside of a two dollar bill. she musta
twilled too many gins with a sin mix, blissed in two
by which crisp synapse of a snapped in half legal tender
would render itself valid on a thorned vined.
i, for one, was inclined, not to take her seriously whatsoever.
but rosie was a clever sorta gal, her high collar valedictorian ways
totally confused the blues circuit.
on the flipside of a two dollar bill. she musta
twilled too many gins with a sin mix, blissed in two
by which crisp synapse of a snapped in half legal tender
would render itself valid on a thorned vined.
i, for one, was inclined, not to take her seriously whatsoever.
but rosie was a clever sorta gal, her high collar valedictorian ways
totally confused the blues circuit.
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