Originally posted on the poet within:
the sadness guards our secrets. i gave my heart to absurdity that encouraged us that love is real.
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This Too
my legs –& they were not even crossed, as I stood, were both asleep; to savour this new-ness at once gravity & joy — O hold down the floor — all day they’re up redoing the roof
it’s the way he holds her
Originally posted on jaywalking the moon:
the clock ticks slowly & i’m listening to the concert on the street, a violin, gut wrenching melody, from the gallery window, painted clowns, keep smiling, sMiLinG– at me, & i buy a card, Klimt’s “Kiss” //on the blank, white inside write one single line beCause i’m not afraid…
Yeggman
one dot like this you’d see because there it is thats three if pick in these its really by now six-some- seven how you do that I don’t know
Throwback
foot up on the floor, that would-be- feeling of flustration, & the bough a pendulum; I’d scream but my tongue is quit of its eternity — how is it on the beach at Cradle Rock I’ve only eggs to pick up ’round the clock
ayaladn 