One
Oils mix, lashes drop -
A body comes this way.
A record, a bell-chord,
A scent, perhaps a stain.
Two
A piano in a theatre
Keyed on a puckish night.
Film negatives, cigarettes,
Refocusing the lights.
*->-->-- if you would like to leave a calling card, you may do so here.
Tossing about bad karma gets you edited.
Keep up the good work. You've created a cozy, warm space to enter, sit, and read for a bit. Nicely done. I'd like to see more pictures.
Kungfooshus Say,
"Your poetry is as beautiful as your soul.
You must have a beautiful soul."
I want to say something melodic, flowing, and poignant. But trying to match what I read here magnifies that I can only play with others' words, not create them myself.
Ya done good, kid.
Posted by: Don at February 9, 2004 04:21 PM"Beauty remains in the impossibilities of the body." -Einsturzende Neubauten, "Beauty"
I like that quote.
Posted by: sister Mary at June 7, 2004 01:28 PM