Open Poetry #43 |
sc town south of tremble |
Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
fog wet spit on the streets of santa cruz like leather with sweat from a galloping ocean's mane and I can hear your eyes there like fingers touching the old mission looking for treasures perhaps invisible or for a place to lean your back against under some peak a boo red tile eave from the moon light indigo we brought along and then realized how bright it was if another someone's God was watching and we wanted to be adultery oriented thoroughly and without intermissions ________________ daark |
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Alison
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
D Wonderful writing - this one made to rest among my favorites. A |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
ms ali-san, thanks babe |
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Robert E. Jordan Member Rara Avis
since 2008-01-25
Posts 8541Philadelphia, Pennsylvania |
Yo Dark Stranger, This is a good poem. One of my daughters once lived in Santa Cruz. It's a lovely town. Bobby |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
I stay in mute appreciation of your talent, dear D.! Love, Margherita "Love is the One who masters all things; |
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