& this day has no
end ing / / it be comes nite
in stead / which is all right with me
this nite should be end ing / if it
wasn't for the moon / & how the clouds
be come a live with blue lite / funny how
they glow / illumination / bright
the ground be low / ah / i see every thing
in blue shadows
she calls every one / dear
these are the children / & how a mother
loves her children / / care must be shown
love / affirmation / strong hand to guide /
these are / mother things
& this is the way my mind goes / miss ing mother
& how are the children coping since you went away
gone gone gone gone gone gone / gone / going
no / never went / never / left @ all /
& yes / these are / strange thots of a mother
but / i want to know / how does one run from love
such a strange question / that /
@ nite i stand out side on the back deck / smoking
from a cross the field / i hear / sounds of making love
small moans / a woman's oohs / / & it sounds / sounds
warm / practical / the right thing to do / on an october nite
& i wonder / how you touch me
& if only i could shut of the ring ing in my ears /
what is / absolute / quiet / / & i'm think ing
i don't really like the answer to that question
some thing i think about / should n't think about
& you know / some day you can sleep for ever / sleep to ashes
ashes to sleep /
& i think about / birthing children / to live / & how we give life
to things which must die // not sure what the point is / / /
& really the only thing with any permanence
is this rock / i hold in my hand / & i wonder how many billions it's seen
& couldn't i be the rock / a rock / this round rock i hold in my hand
i've been here for ever //
ps lorna dee / if you are read ing / thanx for postie :)
i left a note in your journal but don't know if you got it
~jx
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1 comment:
interesting post - if you want to know what it's like to be a rock - or some other random inanimate object - i suggest you smoke some salvia
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