all boils down
to a guitar &
a single chord
the sheep shorn
high up in the
mountain, above
eternity the
bursting in air
beyond compare
jam sticky
jam whilst it last's
jam!!!!!!!!
me I feel like I'm becoming some kinda Kung fu t.v. Priest.....
...hope
floats:
like a
nymph in an after bubblebath
a white kite 'gainst wrath
new ducklings on the Red Sea
you and me
in conjugation
legislaytion
callow youths' lake boat
raintears in the castle's moot
hope
floats...
like
a formed turd
we continue
and ply...ask
why? not?
...Strats @ 10 paces
barre-none
white lightning Johnny
black slax Jimi
SRV peakin' in
Alvin speedin'
takes on savoy Kim
Rick D. ain't no f***** decoy
Bloomfield was no jerseyite
Roy hung...
...I still
use the mouse
you present'd
Xmas MMvi.
hardly
less than a rat
with
microsoft fur
but I've come
to speak of Spring
that thing, y'know
what keeps
the Winter at bay
unfrozed, in time
and
Summer's
approach sublime?
But
1st. we must
give ampledue
to tomorrow
y'know,
Exodus
deserts' heat, and
now matzo ovens'
eternity...
spared her from the rain
from the soft clutches
and had withheld sound
saved from the unpleasantness
from sampling or provoking
or inadequacy or from the closeness
of the rose-bush.
I guess she'd no true expectancy of death
expect it'd allow certainty of thoughts
of a quick mind or humor
the existing impulsive emotions
the hunger within imagining
or dreams--dreams with enough oomph
it could replicate life itself.
`Do you know, I was so angry, Kitty,' Alice went on...`when I saw all the mischief you had been doing, I was very nearly opening the window, and putting you out into the snow! And you'd have deserved it, you
little mischievous darling!
~Lewis Carroll