& so an other day rolls by / past
it went past fast / / * tell me you don't remember
& again / i try / remember / what happened
& i know i folded 500 articles of clothing today
endless piles / &
i am
cold again
chill of a body not settled / a body
who wishes the weight of body to crush
me
& i am used to breaking all the rules / simply for get
don't go back / never remember / all those words said
for got ten
fuck
& tomorrow / pray for sun shine / blue / skies
there are things to be done / / the lawn / the lawn
to be mown / / & pansies wait heads down / for my fingers
to snap their necks / flowers / flowers / must grow more flowers
& i am grateful for pansies / they never disappoint / always gay
in colour / even tempered / some times leggy / back bone of the
summer garden / al ways a rush / a rush / of colour
& today / a poppy pops / red
& one can always depend on poppies to grow
where they like / & every late summer a million million
infinitely small black seed fall to the ground / mix with soil
disappear for winter / imagine freezing to grow / /
& grow they do / in some places fields of red /
ah the poppy / so much meaning to so many people
life & death / dream / & yes i dream of red rising up
in sea before me / so much spilt blood / & i know nothing
not that kind of fear / & how death comes in so many ways
& my scalp hurts / pains from long hair tied up too tight
a reflection of the person / perhaps / tied up too tight in
the head
& you know / / he / / crosses the mind again / some time
just a shadow / the smell of mock orange / & how sweet the
air smells this time of year / & every one bitches about the rain
but i don't care / /
air is clean / warm enough to tolerate /
& the garden grows / up up / currently i'm in love with fox glove
but it can't be helped / one would be a fool not to love poison & beauty
all wrapped up in to one / & grow taller i say / & every where in the garden
sun flowers / start to sprout / reaching reaching / /
you see / my plan was this / i sent the children in to the garden to plant them
a few varieties mixed together in red plastic dish / / we did this a few times
suprise factor / / one nevers knows where the flowers grows
when the children have been planting / /
& i think / perhaps tonight i will sleep / & i know / on & off
& the difference between dreaming / & cusping on thought
& may be / tonite i'll only wake twice / & i know better
& yeah / always tired
so it doesn't matter / comfortable in this body of discomfort
we all live with pain of some sort / & why take it on / & st.ill
it presents it self / like this / like that / & i hold out my hands to you
& wish / to pray / but i'm supposing / it wouldn't help any way
& why not just smoke it away / make it move some where else
& all i'm interested in is a certain caress / but i can't remember where
i put it / /
& i wonder if i could just blow off my life / & a car load of drunks drives
by / yelling / & i'm thinking i'm tired of yelling / i come to the time in
life when i want whispers & gentle talk / not so loud / i can't take it any more
& i kinda like having my voice lost in my brain
it used to scare me not to talk / / / now i wish / / wish
silence /
& see / i think the flowers are talking to me again
i could of sworn i heard a whisper / hush / a rustle / noise
may be it's the daisies talking / / they're every where these days
cloaked in such lovely white / & they look about / yellow eye
un blink ing / curious / that's what i'd have to say / just plain curious
they want to know what's going one / / / who's say ing what to whom
gossip / i'm sure it's gossip / st.ill / they seem to know
who's been sleeping with who
& i'm sure a little whispering of love between friends
shouldn't bother them so much / it's all in the eyes i say
every thing you need to know / is right there in those yellow eyes
& the soles are numb again
& soul searches for it's sole
can't feel a god damn thing
& i must be come / numb / complete the cycle of
this late night /
1 comment:
This is great...I've always liked your writing.
///DQ
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