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philip
glances at his watch
leaving on the nine o-clock
barely a chance
but if he ran
susan
was running for the gate
all that wool skirt
catching up to do
tripping on
most of it
ray
is waiting to be eaten
out in a world
missing food
jennifer
though spring catches her
feels
the first frost anyway
pat
knows something
but
she's not telling
alex
stands flat
rubbed by the pavement
by talking all night
michael
his eyes
his face
supply what's needed
rachel
is always gone
but the moon
keeps her safe
lynne
is lost
but somewhere else
she counts our lives
averil
her breasts
lit
through gold and violet gels
barbara
flies
highest of all
constantly circling
bill
reading the paper
walking mud and new roads
calls home
smitty
wants another place
admits miles
between his eyes
cathy
her small room
filled
with constant song
babs
she pulls
her thread so easy
through my fingers
koko
and gary snyder
grin
sharing a joke
but let us in
roger
talks
but leaves us nothing
as we do the same
for him
gale
that long fall
down the mountain
just shined up
your chrome finish
paul
he stutters
lovely things
in the morning
by himself
raymond
runs his kids away
while talking backwards
through the day
toby
is all future now
life and sticks
the same possession
ilane
stretches quietly
as nothing
becomes us all
- - -
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glances at his watch
leaving on the nine o-clock
barely a chance
but if he ran
susan
was running for the gate
all that wool skirt
catching up to do
tripping on
most of it
ray
is waiting to be eaten
out in a world
missing food
jennifer
though spring catches her
feels
the first frost anyway
pat
knows something
but
she's not telling
alex
stands flat
rubbed by the pavement
by talking all night
michael
his eyes
his face
supply what's needed
rachel
is always gone
but the moon
keeps her safe
lynne
is lost
but somewhere else
she counts our lives
averil
her breasts
lit
through gold and violet gels
barbara
flies
highest of all
constantly circling
bill
reading the paper
walking mud and new roads
calls home
smitty
wants another place
admits miles
between his eyes
cathy
her small room
filled
with constant song
babs
she pulls
her thread so easy
through my fingers
koko
and gary snyder
grin
sharing a joke
but let us in
roger
talks
but leaves us nothing
as we do the same
for him
gale
that long fall
down the mountain
just shined up
your chrome finish
paul
he stutters
lovely things
in the morning
by himself
raymond
runs his kids away
while talking backwards
through the day
toby
is all future now
life and sticks
the same possession
ilane
stretches quietly
as nothing
becomes us all
- - -
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Published 17th Oct 2012
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17th Oct 2012 11:53am
17th Oct 2012 1:23pm
Great snapshots, capturing people and lives in just few words. Thanks for that.
Anonymous
17th Oct 2012 6:42pm
Nicely done. Strider
18th Oct 2012 5:01am
Anonymous
19th Oct 2012 5:21am
made me feel good in its polaroidic kaleidoscopity.
also like the gary snyder bit; i just started reading Kerouac's "The Dharma Bums" and he's in it.
also like the gary snyder bit; i just started reading Kerouac's "The Dharma Bums" and he's in it.
19th Oct 2012 2:48pm
--phantastic---wonderful/art-full/skilled condensation of person'alities-------
nice of you t'mention my ol'pal Gary. i met him in Nov'1973, wee even talked to each other! butt
i was a bit stoned & don't recall the pertinent
& Profound particulars. (Goddamn! tha'was'a Long Time Ago...& i'm only 30yrs old! sheee-it,man)
another wonder of a Warrior Princess poom----
nice of you t'mention my ol'pal Gary. i met him in Nov'1973, wee even talked to each other! butt
i was a bit stoned & don't recall the pertinent
& Profound particulars. (Goddamn! tha'was'a Long Time Ago...& i'm only 30yrs old! sheee-it,man)
another wonder of a Warrior Princess poom----
