Saturday, August 30, 2014

Amorous legumes offer no explanations.

There is a small morsel of fruit hanging in the air,
it takes stock of its surroundings, sniffs the morning dew
can time retain this viscosity forever?
i hope so.

We laugh --------------- or rather both laugh together


Solid-state time can only sublime
there are SO many grapes in this world

yet here sits he while away plays she
off on a spring-bird fancy

......something has broken down here
this poem is in - con      gruous

but something must happen
or nothing at all
or surely come down
will cradle and all

i have you, and me you have, you
or so it goes
but thankful i am for heaves and hos
and space between toes

even if loving beans act without thinking.

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