what was thought before,
a girl performed procedures--
to restore my will.
what was thought before,
a girl performed procedures--
to restore my will.
"He was nauseous with regret when he saw her face again, and when, as of yore, he pleaded and begged at her knees for the joy of her being. She understood Neal; she stroked his hair; she knew he was mad."
---Jack Kerouac, On The Road: The Original Scroll
to restore my will
bolster mere velleity,
nudge my bank account
Last edited by alakungfu; 02-24-2008 at 02:27 PM.
"It is not the rich man you should properly call happy, but him who knows with wisdom how to use the blessings of the gods, to endure hard poverty, and who fears dishonor worse than death, and is not afraid to die for cherished friends or fatherland."
- Horace
Nudge my bank account
You winked across the counter
Flirting with money
I declare after all there is no enjoyment like reading! How much sooner one tires of anything than of a book! When I have a house of my own, I shall be miserable if I have not an excellent library.
Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice
flirting with money
her public asset, scarcely
identifies her
"It is not the rich man you should properly call happy, but him who knows with wisdom how to use the blessings of the gods, to endure hard poverty, and who fears dishonor worse than death, and is not afraid to die for cherished friends or fatherland."
- Horace
identifies her,
a canyon full of brittle
lashes; eyes can't think.
and somehow a dog
has taken itself & its tail considerably away
into the mountains or sea or sky, leaving
behind: me, wag.
- John Berryman
lashes; eyes can't think:
so they invent sign language,
to think with fingers.
"He was nauseous with regret when he saw her face again, and when, as of yore, he pleaded and begged at her knees for the joy of her being. She understood Neal; she stroked his hair; she knew he was mad."
---Jack Kerouac, On The Road: The Original Scroll
to think with fingers,
they've made a life for them-
instant and constant...
.
...the smell of flowers through metal labyrinths.
instant and constant
eyes bobble the breeze left by
the crease of absence
Last edited by Il Penseroso; 02-28-2008 at 01:24 AM.
and somehow a dog
has taken itself & its tail considerably away
into the mountains or sea or sky, leaving
behind: me, wag.
- John Berryman
the crease of absence
bald pate where straw hat lived once
in his sea of wheat
Our task must be to free ourselves by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature and its beauty
~Albert Einstein
in his sea of wheat
there was no room for oddly
incongruities
.
...the smell of flowers through metal labyrinths.
Incongruities
Our ideas-floating platelets,
Detached and drifting
I declare after all there is no enjoyment like reading! How much sooner one tires of anything than of a book! When I have a house of my own, I shall be miserable if I have not an excellent library.
Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice
Detached and drifting
numeric equations bore
I need more red paint
Our task must be to free ourselves by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature and its beauty
~Albert Einstein
I need more red paint
to color me angry, cause
I'm not really mean.
I'm not really mean
red is the hue of anger
just a streak in me
Ничего нет лучше для исправления, как прежнее с раскаянием вспомнить.
just a streak in me;
run my hand across the page.
I'm a word chaser.
"He was nauseous with regret when he saw her face again, and when, as of yore, he pleaded and begged at her knees for the joy of her being. She understood Neal; she stroked his hair; she knew he was mad."
---Jack Kerouac, On The Road: The Original Scroll
Posting Permissions
Reply With Quote
