2:05 Saturday; by eyeball or two ..... Poetry Forum
Date: 8/2/2008 4:37:01 PM ( 16 y ago)
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my skirt moves like clock
back at the next hour
of tube halter flexible for seconds of children
or Vivian minutes held submerged
but then back as regular self on land
with dust blowing behind cars on highway
as sand will be on carpet temporarily for me in our move
to point A not to atrophy from
where a rock in hand across my belly down to hip is a hike
walk watch a dog can race instead of chase bird
hovering horizontal grass over there
yet doesn't towards tree not on our property
wouldn't be pretended couldn't climb
and the stone can splash easily in the full ditch
however I don't let go so it's already allowing that in my lungs
like a typed breath it can be pretty to clap flagstone
a note to myself as I get the mail
I have to go faster but the rain isn't softening clods of dirt thus sprain
might be predicted dampening factor
hence as quickly a flower slips pulled out I am able to fall over
yet stand with caution and foundation
returning I passed a palm size pebble
I dropped when I had to shawl a smell
but now I continued exercising my cruise with another natural weight
by a tractor nearby what a beautiful thing capacity
though not the temporary one
as dot dot dot of dairy came
as someone saying no to baby similar to it's asking whether it should cry
while underlying claims aren't known rather the clam
such as infant hygiene gone with shush almost cute by five months
never understood just the aquiesence to aquisition
of diaper be quiet...
swung chuck of promontory
way of spot on animal's hip
but my muscles of story is locked
thinking of last days on ditchside
if going to worse except endurance is pressed as grapes under pineapple
and spinach ferment tenderized
go ahead and sip soon without a machine
yet nothing like ripeness of no fix in paradise
we can savor towards by spiritual premise to find promise
on the planet not toned by us
but tamed from that after we are
which isn't the granite girl in mirror shaking with door closed signaling
my time to dance nor those stainless steel lamp shades
hooked above on heavy metal wire to be clouds of dream
I'm stuck in for blurred reality correlating to
just picture of personal progress to see a hard wood floor rental
that had confusion of getting ready to be posted
when it was acclomplished and put aside
outside of real hope which has maintenance
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