The Magic Spoon

tilting at windmills and playing with fire

Posts Tagged ‘poesy’

night for an august eve

Sunday, August 29th, 2010

night at the end of august
dusty road in dirty summer
the sweaty path to the end of salad days
and we grow sour too, over-ripe youth
(fruit of love mashed between our hungry pearls)
turn to wine, ferment and drop
sweaty shoulders and first-kiss sour and sweet smoke
for the finish

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….When clouds come twogether

Monday, November 16th, 2009

When clouds come twogether…
…in a symphonic sort of broo-hah-hah
and ie stand amaxed, thoughraly

watching, wah-cheeng
as they gl+eyed
a cross the mainstage uv
my vizun
and I oneder
if theh no
and if eye could sea
what they were dooihng
ware they ahr going

swoosh!
swish!

ahnd thi cloud-horses righd
and thi clowds scoot bie

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