(2000)
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Pappa always told me that you should never tell all you… and I found it to be good advice I recall the time I got back from… with my winter stores back in ‘39
a cold moon filters down through the purple asters no explorers have returned with caterpillar robes and dandelion gold
white-rimmed waves crawl reluctantly shore ward moody city skyline rebuffs shafts of sunshine cloud confusion
Still they knock at my door And complain About the state of the world Selling fear Like grape Kool Aid
pillars of sunshine through cloud - heavenly suburb under construction
(Based on the fact that 95% of household dust is our own skin cel… flakes of me circling in the sunli… bits of you lying on the bureau gather them in a beaker
crumbling mortar and stone among the trees it stands alone morning glories creep upon the flo… the stair has fallen through the d… the music of summer is in the air
surf and turf of St. Andrews olde salts and bullshit under one blue tarp gossip thick as molasses sparks quick as match-lit gas
Life has a way of playing the vile… Or, providing an evener, some migh… I, who did not want to go to war, Seeing the senselessness of it, Stayed at home to work the farm -
the silence of colour palette of fall reflected on water white birch trees granite rocks
crickets and brittle leaves empty seed pods scurrying in the heavy scent of autumn
Beneath that secretive smile A strong hot thrust From a sidewalk grate….
once the larvae have hatched how long can they survive without… each day I go forceps in hand to count the dead
silent universe solitary traveller a perfect union