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LeeJ
Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296


0 posted 2004-10-18 08:30 AM


Fragile is the rose compass dwindling
Notes in meticulous scripts
Fills a knapsack of bottled green
Headlines to masses

Pockets lined with oddly-shaped whites
Interlinking arcs, entrusting the arms of art
Forth once more, only to bar again
Collegian given man, swathed in symbolic leaves
While…
Dogs come close sniffing, soundless perverts…
On three legged screens…oh the madness
Scribing rungs worthless
Like razor sharp teeth of traps
Frizzing apart free standing pillars

Rust spreading like a contagious cancer
Mixed feelings nurture scarecrows
Discouraging what will soon be picked clean
A craft so fine and stylish, painting windows shut
Folding clothes inches from the face of death
Images walk with dark figures watching
Wearing blood spilled mind-set

Gangs of every ethos, stand on the kitchen porch
Fixing themselves pay dirt, making ready
Blocking out vitamin C
And the moons of Dante`
Digging grave-like channels
Re-naming flowers into etched tombstones
Moving on long trains to field hospitals
Where clinics will perish…and has begun

Escrow the impulse of generosity~
For the hand in which your names have been written
Trades a fading dress, stuffing the world into a pillowcase
For the heads of blueberry skies, selling peanuts
Tracing down dates
Conveying messages in sacks
Handing out cabbages and sliced meat
What better way to lead the poor?

Bare trees will vomit excrement, lighting fires
Where rings of stone, lost consciousness
Picture frames around long legends of time
Will burn the steel of doctors, dreaming roots
Stuffed men from 5 fonts of the world
Inching up monstrous thoughts to the thighs of perspective
Fog rues the silent marching armies
Unfocused fingers feeling through the dark
Sunken roads lodged in the minds of men
Working tongue against oak of a now halved body
Boiling people alive, where history lied…
Children sucking on lead painted windows
Fingernails shedding apart wall paper

Nervousness and embarrassment, swap blood for wool
Intimately and distasteful, eyes stand complex
Setting fire to ladders and concrete cites
Soon, no one will wear a mouth
Stabbing Midsummer Night’s Dreams
In the back, over commodes, contaminating oceans
Where the ground has been glowing
Like a king’s rook, moves to possess
So to, shall the uphill marching of grains
Till nothing is left…Eating everything in it’s path
With the four corners of it’s mouth

Bubble wrap clings to the meat of a big white house
Fitting pieces together of bloody despair
Eyeballs believe the scenes
Blue-coated play rights cutting out maggots
Wandering through a network of crows
Quickly forming agents
Of misfortune, passing out Indianhead coins
Just to prove they could
Throwing carpets over clotheslines to air
While we pay $400.00 a month to the trustees
Playing the piano of emotions
to the beat of material handling

[This message has been edited by LeeJ (10-18-2004 10:27 AM).]

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Mark Bohannan
Member Rara Avis
since 2000-06-21
Posts 7269
In the winds of Cherokee song
1 posted 2004-10-18 11:00 AM


I think I am just going to go build a cabin in the mountains and live off the land (what's left of it).  I enjoy reading your pennings as they give much reason to ponder life in the purest of forms. Afterwards I am reminded to look at the beauty that God has gifted us with and wonder why mankind finds it so easy to take it all for granted by creating faux "everything".  Give me the natural and give it to me simple.  Excellent write.
babygirlwlove
Senior Member
since 2004-10-10
Posts 1180
New York City
2 posted 2004-10-18 11:40 AM


omg...this was a heady ride thru your emotional check list...great read!

**babygirL**

Toerag
Member Ascendant
since 1999-07-29
Posts 5622
Ala bam a
3 posted 2004-10-18 02:50 PM


I thought Ms. Lee was writing about a "fantasy" with me?....but, wasn't disappointed...this is a very talented lady....
Contabo
Member
since 2001-11-21
Posts 159

4 posted 2004-10-18 04:10 PM


oh my goodness....where to start and where to end with a comment????

what a write!!


Contabo

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