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[ Sole Pedestrian Help me to know just how we came to be Alone amidst a host of glassy eyes Odd cells of selves that transport sacred lives En route to find in solace…destiny. Walk down along the shoulder late at night Watch patterned action fuelled by willed machines All driven to arrive at ends to means Becoming nothing but refined white light. Great pilgrimage past signs of paths to take Reflecting colors others learn to see Rich sounds and senses draw minds to their wake Quick fading embers spell humanity Breathe deep the essence, each of us remakes In bodied form a buzzing, timeless plea… |
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Upon First Looking into Chapman Valley
I lately wandered down a path of old to cast my line along that sacred stream; felt how the course embanks a fleeting dream, sang songs of protest once so proud and bold.
It’s a twisted world We try to straighten Well it ain’t no use And time is wastin’
In catalogues we channel all our gold while Cortez schemers count Pacific green; someone made “time to breathe the pure serene” their “wild surmise” in epic measure told
It’s a twisted world We try to straighten Well it ain’t no use And time is wastin’
Blind Bard of Nature Damn! your eagle eyes saw past machines controlling human hands, a dashboard nodding Homer: Great Doh! Cries the new world order gorges on our lands cut and build, choking under thinning skies across ravine of life black snake unwinds... |
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] Mighty Builderregurgitated thought ad nauseam like a dog that hath eaten of its own vomit everyday in everyway pronouncing renouncements using slimy babble as mortar for the masonry spanning my temples perhaps it is better to never indulge a construction than fail to assimilate its parts but, since sticky shit and loose bricks abound,
there has to be poorly housed dogma around! |
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Ode to a hairless hound combing out a labyrinthine lair to find a single displaced hair bristling brush styles phantom bay howling head bemoans ghostly gray no black nor tan nor even white-tipped tail to highlight bounding hound along the trail shorn Samson setting off foxes aflame all wound up in the philistine game nose to keep mind weaving knots scents unbraiding darned will-nots feeling threads lost in thorny briar reason found to mince round the mire but suddenly hopping out of the broom frantically teasing loose strands as they loom lucky feet double again and again fertile renewal of game without end |
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v___________ towing an empty canoe
solo Clipper departing through elemental night phantasmagoric bioluminescence--WHOAH what a sight! waking fore and aft a spumy glow infinitesimal things coalescing below
bent-shaft paddle stirring refraction jellyfish surge with sinuous sparks scaled bodies streak trajectory arcs trick elbows fire gunnel beat scansion
an empty Chestnut on a rope an implausible scene to a salty dog throng their curious heads nodding and sealing along cast in a keyhole play upon hope
across the bay sentinel bronze orbs industrial standards belighting the shore giant corp engineering noisy piles of ore reposing its constituency in forms in the urbs
dying stars cross the stage in time amphibian chorus, mammalian refrain ebbing away with each wooden stroke on tidal turn a lonesome pain and I stop. Belly over thwart not thinking to stay afloat in silence till dawning
translucent command over Porpoise Island blue hues rise imperceptibly sea to sky spectrum of avian tones banishing bias of terrestrial mood no rude eye to see day rule night by degree no crude ear to hear wind into song disappear loose line to feel hollow craft unreal |