cat dreams..
a birdhas just flown
out of my nose!
posted by wabisabi @ 2:39 PM
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Previous Gems
- electraglide in blue..
- waiting for THE wind..
- nice perfume of flowers babe..
- we were taught to blend in with our surroundings.....
- as we left THE bank we were compromised..
- it was one of those mornings..
- 3 deviations..
- NYT 2: Hologram.(4002-8491) .7etibgib
- NYT 1: Dylanesque (aka, if Basho was Dylan)
- haiku caf�: littlegreenfrog _ 1: magic songs
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limping haki resorts to
yesterday
today was
tomorrow
haiku cafe calls this: THE electric lightbulb o' her criminal heart
moonberry (an avater of my astral concubine mixxturr)
- 10:45 PM ET November 4, 2005 (#6058 of 6265)
'Don't get up gentlemen, I'm only passing through'
oh yeah delacroix
spent time in the cathedral
she sewed up my jeans
we burned candles by
night and learned portugese we
left without telling
there was a blind man
I remember delacroix
it rained for nine days
she sipped beer through a
straw from a paper cup we
drove all day all night
at the scene i told
the cops I had been driving
we lived on st. ann
when we could but we
spent most nights in audubon
park when it was warm
We crouched behind a
wall in the churchyard waiting.
She said she had a
sister in Meridian.
We laughed when we heard
them rushing past then at dawn
we caught a bus out.
I don't know who got
the money finally I
know it wasn't me.
From the air Kansas
looked like a huge Mondrian.
So we stayed a year.
We could breathe. I let my hair
grow wild. Cool evenings
and tea on the open porch
of that old stone house.
She in that sweater.
Her blue eyes and the newgreen
of wheat in late fall.
Granary filling
with canvases and sunlight.
She was at work when
my letter arrived. He read
it.
mixx wrote this to show off after i linked her to one of bobs better middle period songs - not bad (.for a chick.) eh?
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