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leaves leaves giggle and chortle their way to the ground well prepared they wait on high for a tricky breeze and ease themselves off launching into the stratosphere with grand aplomb this is it they squeal with delight here I go for one mad, crazy ride... down down whirling and cavorting for a few brief but brilliantly giddy seconds it could be the culmination of their life's work the dream of every great leaf for that amazing rush! that one thrill! or perhaps it's for something more zen... the post-rush the after-leap the satisfaction lazing like spent lovers cradled in soft grass beneath the spreading tree it must feel good to lie there knowing their part is done simply enjoying the moment empty of thought or need been and being... |
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| atlantic seashore | ||
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you've got to be CRAZY said the man in the numbat fleck suit - this COFFEE IS RIDICULOUS Perculatorially speaking - the pernicious zen of the man, a fable, a fop. Stands of Cypress and bluebonnet blankets caressed his vexed mind and a fickle fancy he'd once embraced now left him daunted and bereft. I think on red wine and cheeses - he sprang to life! Cheeses! On a Sunday. But it was Saturday and the joke was lost. |
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trees : part one I like trees a lot but some people don't people that don't like trees generally suck I've never met someone that disliked trees and didn't suck and if they did not suck I probably would never get to know that about them because I would have walked off long before ever having got to any redeeming part of the conversation they would have been blabbing on about their right wing fossil fuel loving forest decimating rights or some shit crap and my eyes would have glazed over as my brain shut down any hope of connection and I would have programmed by brain to start searching out another glass of that nice earthy cab sav and maybe some smoked gouda... that's if we were at a party which I wouldn't want to be if I had to talk to people like that |
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| plunge - frozen waterfall | ||
it's good here, it's all good, but i'm dreaming of california and a suntan. it's summer here too - and there's H2O but i'm dreaming of california and a six foot swell. i am paddling out past the breakers to where the ocean ripples like a glassy blanket of cool mystery rocking endless undulating i could float and float could ride a current southward all the way down the coast i could lose sight of the shore and still be carried south south south to mexico it's good here, it's all good and green but i'm dreaming of blazing bougainvillea salty azure and my feet sinking into sand it's good, it's all good here but my feets knows where they wanna go |
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EQUUS awareness caressing form all muscle and lean sinew unwasted sensual kinetic long mane lifting in the wind now long mane whipping racing behind dancing hoof splashing shallow water breathing heavy steam in evening air eyes reflecting bold thoughtful i stay still dream of ancient communion and long to ride and ride |
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moon we stare at the same moon drifting path across dark sky soothing desire souls shadow weighty blushing deep anxious pious dear god that put such beautious thing up there for all to see grant me rest from tingling and imaginings blessing/curse thoughts wander blissfully unkempt barefoot and brazen doe-eyed hussy lust yep! |
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| nashville moon | ||
day to what do I owe this pleasure I said to the monkey he was stout and adroit I am cantilevered and flick flack front and back I too am wobbly but put me in water and I blob a might successfully excellent quoth he and grabbing me by the hand made off with me down along a dirt road the one you see in pictures and long to see where it goes the one with the bend in it so you can't quite make out... but know it's special a clearing? a gap? more road? there is always more road you can get to the beach turn right and follow it up the coast or march right in if we were not so much air breathing we would have tromped along the ocean floor all the way to mexico and we'd have wound up on the other shore with cocktails and sunglasses |
photography & poetry poeming and other wordische miscellany lifted from "Like For Instance My Shoe" available in print sometime... soon? |
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| sunsets on the australian coast (christmas 2006) | ||
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