Intruder on a Sunday, on a Glossed Line

MARCH 9, 2010 5:57AM
Intruder on a Sunday, on a Glossed Line
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you that is rancid against the screen door

don't give an inch analog narratives frame

never split the line how you are reading put down your knapsack

the National League when you see my knowledge

dusted chalk fly balls 10,000 raw digital a kaleidoscope of

marked as hits packets, those pathetic broken minds

Crowded fields vignettes: you'd name your

and they the Wright Brothers first born Mary,

take away the canvas and wood I'd return at midnight

second half bounce at the bottom with souvenirs

the knuckle ball of the hill of sand

motionless you needed a lens you that final time

as a corkscrew ball on wire a pen and ink

when hectic bowloed overhead in some fussy

noon windows slowly dark corner

succumb to the pleasure of not far and near

blizzard cooled coffee the marble clock

large buses the awful where June bugs

mechanical dragons price of the meet their

with chipped race blinked

flywheels whirling race doom

fresh snow

***

I may post the hand-written version, as it is complete, toward purity and one helluva (love'ya) poeM: poe tree, smacks lips, throws kissabout, like one might d0; sorta waving to a crowd on a bustling street (heh-heh) and everyone thinks your waving at
someone else.
That's pretty good: the way you waved that Tshirt.

J.P. Hart
MARCH 09, 2010 07:22 AM
[sic]...you're waving at...[sic]

J.P. Hart
MARCH 09, 2010 07:50 AM
It just doesn't stop...keeps flowing, got my head going with it. Yowzah! Definitely needs to be read allowed (sic). (r)

Chicken Mãâàn
MARCH 09, 2010 10:04 AM
Read and appreciated!

Damon E Walters
MARCH 09, 2010 10:09 AM
@Daniel E. Walsh: I appreciate your appreciation; your kindness is appreciated!

J.P. Hart
MARCH 09, 2010 06:28 PM
@ClarkK: Yes reading is allowed. I also read it aloud and a lean pack of wolves circled briefly before turning away and tucking tail.

I yelled at them: what'd raised by wolves!?

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Comment by Maui Surfer on March 2, 2019 at 10:05am

Jim Bouton Lives On !

Comment by J.P. Hart on March 2, 2019 at 10:56am

Inspiring photography. And remarkable athletics as you set the camera on automatic, ran like hell for the horse and then you and the horse quickly composed yourself for a delightful placidity to capture a sense of peace and relaxation in a lovely spot.*

*plagiarized cut and paste lifted from an image (planted in my brain, yo) and cyber signed by the great Jan Sands.

Maui Surfer~

your velocity hereon is heartwarming. Hadda jog whatsevuh left beneath my San Jose Sharks cap and highlighted Jim Bouton~I'd crossed paths a time or two with some of the great Yankees at a red brick alley haunt: The Safehouse...Catfish Hunter, Dave Winfield...
The team's gorgeous flight stewardesses and I got up to dance...and dance...generous, charismatic team...
You shoulda seen me movin. I recall Jerry Lee Lewis pianoed Me and Bobby McGee boogie quicktime, faster than summer...!

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