This from An Octopus' Garden
1. Go to your archives.
2. Pull up the 23rd post (or its equivalent).
3. Copy the fifth sentence (or its equivalent)
4. Post the fifth sentence, along with these instructions on your blog.
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winter / autumn / both distinct
from:
oct 18 / 2004 blog entry (sheesh / some things never change)
so / can you
so life carries forward
enough of this silliness
today snow covers the mountains
a line half way down
winter / autumn / both distinct
white grey cold / yellow glow / gold
shift between seasons
what words are left to say
today / finally / boots
in rebellion she wears her sandles
sock less / until yester day/ when the
mountain linger ed creak ed
damn it's getting cold
/ now for the eternal tuck ing in
good bye feet / see you in the spring
& so you see / this is the way of seasons
they all ways change / sensible / really
what with the earth spinning
& so see you / this is the way of seasons
always spinning / sense less / around the sun
axis / did i hear any one mention / & we're off
for an other cold / hate this time of year
fear & bitter / wrapped in dark ness
winter freezes her voice / she engages
dark trap of seasonal / what is this
distress.
yeah it's fucking distress ing / stress
@ 6 pm driving / drives / all ways drive ing
in search of maggots / it's true / girl child
with a penchance for animals / / mother relents on the frog
frogs (2) / you promised / /
2 fire belly toads
well / until one disappeared / in to the house /
some where / if some one took it
no one is tell ing / / so one frog disappears
a few days later
another one / the local flavor / tree frog / finds it's self
in the house / found /
this is the way of things which come & go
one thing leaves your life
some thing else comes in
end less circle of
did you know it takes 26,000 years
for our galaxy to do one full loop
a turn about it self /
how can things be that big
it's a wonder i can even think
she can not remember words
or the day / / some where it slipped off
why is it so hard to remember?
let me think
today she does no thing / house crumble
in slow resolute / look away / don't think about the grit
upstairs in the white tile bathroom piss stains the floors
& sugar ants march in procession behind the toilet
/now poisoned/ they disappear in to hairline cracks in the grout
bedding is past due / she sleeps sweat sleep / sweet / wet / sweat heat
changes her shirt 1 2 3 times a night / / body drips / panties soaked
what are these nightmares / chasing demons again / short cut through 4 am
a cross the grey cloud of late est night / a top the bitter blue mountains
crusted in october snow / this is the way to hell
night thoughts / cusp in to reality / & back out again
doesn't it feel some times / some days
doesn't it feel like / you know
ever one a round you / is crazy?
words acknowledged as mumbles / they fail to make sense
like floyd / your lips move but i can't hear what you say
here's hope /there's hope
may be it's just depression
she tries to be optimistic about depression
how coming off anti depressants / make her more depressed
how being on them made her depressed in the first place
this is no fucking poem / / this is
what the fuck
oh this modern pharmacopia of
what is this pulse in the base of my head
take a pill / quit smoke ing / purple pill for every
no / time to stop / it's okay to let your brain tumble
out of control / be crazy some times / /
some thing about remember ing
it's mad ness / less / lee /
& so this green day turns blister cold
sleep is some thing / that will all ways
be elusive
house ticks to quiet / children sleep up stairs
down stairs her husband's voice drones through
the floor / business meet ing late in to the night
fridge stops cool ing for a moment / pops clicks
furnace hums warmth
no thing but night time
3 comments:
Lorna Dee Cervantes said...
(posted today on Stranded: In The Garden)
"The waning light of the day and the season spatters throughout the purple flowers and vibrates a sound that can only be felt with the eyes." ~ Dave
Purple Garden
~ for Jenn
Children
Grow in
The dark — hair
Like
Flowers. Coated
Dreams. Pulling leaf-flyers.
9/27/05
Lorna Dee Cervantes
9:20 AM
thank you lorna
it's a love lee thing
also thanx for the message
on your blog / perhaps you
will send me an address where
i could mail you a few things
i'd like to send you a few issues
of horsefly / & a set of chap books
dave put together last year from
local readings / & perhaps 50 pages
i have no idea what to send you
thots?
i will email this message to you as
well / in case you don't check in
~jennx
expect something in the mail next week
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