Tuesday, September 28, 2004

nine day pomes

soothing shoosh
of the ocean's inhalation
exultation, exhalation
this breathing
like your breathing
like you're breathing
now

and i imagine
images of
limitless

feeling
of being
being

and smells well hell
we all got smells

* * *

looking for an answer
just give me a chance here
i only want to ask her
who she is

* * *
the sun casting
red and yellow shadows
on my eyelids

* * *

sit all day
just to walk
walk all day
just to sit

* * *

windows are closed
crows have stopped calling
rain must be falling

* * *

i remember then
when i remember
that you remember
what i remember

* * *

jeez my legs are sore.
is this really the way?

* * *

butterfly flutters
by flits, flirts, flies - in silence
the sound of music!

* * *

today i got it but
i don't know alot
about it

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