first cat is best cat is Japonaise-
on the sofa’s firmament of skyrock
firmed in the stices threaded to micro
is allworld the end of the edge is lazyland
laugh at Night sauntering 'round the house
deepsucking the spirit ejaculating
in cool flowing dark packets surrounding
one thought in a mind and your head
leaves a moon on the silver-plated mountain
on the mountain lies a key and a passageway
the child you were is caught fishing for a future face
with which to apprehend the shimmer of argent skin
uncertainty and certain firmities-
how one becomes another in the cyclic dawns!
a kind of opening out into cold knowledge
not knowing who talks or puts a mountain on the tongue
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
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Daniel~ Brilliant poem. Great vocabulary. Dense and shimmering!
thank you, my friend, you honor me
with your generous spirit
Daniel great work!
this makes my spirit soar
or at least, long for a long
night journey!!
"leaves a moon...argent skin": that whole stanza is such a relief!!! Am I wrong to think such writing makes life easier for those who read it?
Let me mail that poem to you... Do you and Therese use a po box?
i just emailed it
Terri and Amy, thank you for your much appreciated encouragement
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