MARCH 9, 2010 5:57AM
Intruder on a Sunday, on a Glossed Line
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
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
That's pretty good: the way you waved that Tshirt.
MARCH 09, 2010 07:22 AM
[sic]...you're waving at...[sic]
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)
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!
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!?