dr_con Posted June 17, 2010 Share Posted June 17, 2010 Source of Corruption Everyone's a poet he sd I just stare at the boulder become a boulder it dominates We huddle trying to be open not the time I sd The sky falls as predicted The world is mad I reply sing me an old song he sys No not that one something speaks to the heart or head I eat raspberries and remember the Old World Garden in the New World suburbs A Wooden fence next to the smoke house- a hole for smoking eels when fishing with Downstate friends- covered with goose currant raz and black berries Silent- a hot summer evening cricket and thorn hidden in playful chorus that moment stripped naked of pretense ambition and thought no-garden no-desire no-time no-time Back here he sd By the waves and rocks and sun speaking clearly in this hotspring bubbling from deep within lava and earth and strata and sea carrying sulfuric warmth along the spine of this planet to right here I've never been anywhere else I sd. Quote thegateless.org Come on over and check out my poetry substack y'all;-) Or if your bored, head to the Zazzle store: https://www.zazzle.com/store/gateless. If you buy anything I lose a bet, so consider that before you violate the digital rules. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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