im playing a down tune
a shaman in an indian headdress
swims in a pilgrims meadow
there is laughter under meadow
down in the lowlands
hope is drawing swords
facing the faceless
in droves and droves

why hope for a square box
why have square memories
sworn in justice rolling eyes
in droves and droves

while a swan
looking over in blue
hope wings in

ive been a
double ten ill lend you a
five sided triangle orange
squares are nicest
miss cut it open

an ace
of hearts begins to
beat

five card studs worse worse
cure in between fingers there is a
waterworld for frogs miss

lord of the seven card no
peek i bet blind you will
find a straight laced quilt
where i wrote some

i remember you, and i remember liking your poetry tremendously, welcom back

well it's nice to read a poem from a poet i admire nice
goes with the coffee
peace

what Ainjel said, sir, a very profound write
peace

nice

bleu cheese
roma tomatos
almonds and walnuts
green beans in vinegar
bacon rolled over a cucumber
salt and pepper lemon from eden

lord i got butter
lord i got bread

this is great
peace

great stuff imagery great

sweet, thank you, A. cool

ol queen ol
slave in my soul
i struggle for the cross

how ugly your lips
in egyptian red your royalty
holding me in chains
watching van gogh
paint flowers in a fountain of
your piss ol queen

your head
without crowns
tales of serpents
swirling ol queen why my archetype
when i yet have no form
why call when the angels
still dread

dante
made me cry
when i fell from heaven ol queen
now i can call wings
without flight
to break your heart
from up
high

wow post more pleasse awesome

BIG T
full of POETRY

oh look
cook book
rhyme of born again verbs oh

oh see me
be sea
an adjective addresses
a noun hard pressed oh

oh sue
blue letters
dancing bad to disco oh
made up love
made up
oh

level
to revel
lined in chaulk
pop the string string string
i talk strait bullshiit i take
no words prisoners i take no words
as lovers words are stone oh

oh oh river of mist may i say myst
oh the river has no fish yet
may i say what myst is is
under love under
under whatever under

oh oh what i find i find
behind what i mind
river

musical, awesome

wow, good sunday to you, i just fell in love a week ago or so with writing in my backyard among the trees and dead strawberry plants and cheap picnic tables and my dog sleeping in the sun you live in soul

i wear boots on concrete
drumming down not such an
easy pie

i own snow on alps i
travel slow in snow boots
tripping down from wind

herd are stomping on
orange blossoms in mi
verde garden

dead snails live
spiders soaked in
hydrogen peroxide

i own revenge on idols i own
mirrors in backyard of god i own pain
tablets dripping into veins in soul in boots i
walk on trains i walk in wings in vast
concrete sky

walking in hades
palms were burning along streets
glass buildings loaned from above had
bonfires and sand
ghosts there did not burn the
halo dream bar was on the corner
parallel to the hell needs you salon
hell i felt good i wanted to
fuuck yet i was not
skin and bone i wanted a
drink yet i had no mouth i wanted to
gum a lime salted margarita glass yet i was
gumless well hell was hell so i headed up

if corn yellow
tomatoes red
oranges orange
would not diamonds of soul
be more bright

i mind pineapple
sliced
pepper
dropped on
pineapple grows
hollowing out sky
i mind
pine
apple
trees
i can
make
believe