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sitty Lair
air rolls...a basement of books
a bank of public computers
plastic chairs..but comfortable
From my dented heel kicked
fire door to the street
seems a mile
the first half kilometer
tells me the mood of the city
regardless of bleaching scalding
sun..moody weeping weather
or the cold artifact of crisp
freeze yer balls day
headphones on
kit bag slung over shoulder
no money for coffee
kraft dinner rice and oatmeal
left...
tea
television
Ive been in better climes
better times
but this Nothingness is
freedom
and that freedom is
peaceful
I own my own ass
and where I donate
my meagre worth
is my choice
at least thats still
pleasant to have
Been years since I
walked miles along
a country road or
across the bush
fields for adventure
years since I sat
in a boat or canoe
I forgo car adventures
now...too crazy..
I prefer the sensible
random of cityscape
I remember the sound
of the wind to an approaching
storm in the maples and
pines...sat on a smoothed
granite knoll facing the
great lake and its vivid
deep color
In all these menagerie of
thoughts I remember
time You gave to me
of yourself
Love like the storm
wrapped about us
and how fear passes
and we all go onto
the next step
if we chose!
Comments
Vivovon
Sat, 2016-09-10 14:44
What the heck
If we chose! What the heck. We have two grown kids now. It is a beautiful piece of mirror image of an adventure or a trail, whichever you may prefer to label.
xxxxx
Sommer Lyn
Sun, 2016-09-11 15:25
I like this, snippet of
I like this, snippet of anarchic peace that it is. It could even be an excerpt from an epic - such is the winding nature of the narrative you've created. There's a powerful sense of singularity here, in several senses of the term. It is a grammatically audacious, but good write.
Esker
Mon, 2016-09-12 14:32
audacious clatter
Entrance too the matter
smatter of words nouns verbs
like rain
dipped slow and cold
like snow that will climb
wend wind with winds
way
into the frozen maze
of a land bitter..
Thanks for the comment
Baroque but I like the audacious
been awhile since being called
that...
Read your works
delightful and crafted
as folded creations
the angles and turns
serpentine
soft and powerful
in its constrictions
and stretches of word
use...
lovely how love or
change...the chemistry
of attraction or loss
all about control
fires the onion depths
or outer demarcations
of psyche
thankU!
Esker
Mon, 2016-09-12 21:59
NOT choose....
I met of those were
numerous hoarders
tales..Oh wild they were
those lurid scenes
from a golden time
inside
the globe of a mind
weird
tamed lions
and autocrats
roller derby disco
decks
on jacked up
octane
techno clatter
give me the lines
baby and lets
listen too the new
auld platter
(endless chatter)
chose...too..to
reachs for the nicotined
string of the bulbs brass
reality
In the light you know
her eyes really are that
large too see me
the gleaming teeth
chose..
chosen...
sometimes being
chosen is the much
more alternate route
~
..