In the crash-sound of Waikiki
each molecule clings to another
never asking why or wherefore
O great globular droplet
poised among fiery star engines
floating in frozen space-night
The Pull of each apart
for hidden purpose or unknown
bringing sense of this and other
And yet we must speak
of loves and rice cakes
and keeping airways mostly dry
Thursday, February 08, 2007
Saturday, January 20, 2007
Moment by Moment
Of all that could be done
here, now, or otherwise
and bumping one moment
to the next, the flash
lives before my eyes
unwrapped, together
Ends loosely floating
time breeze blowing
and other 'ings' inging...
Moment by moment,
and even so, I still
miss the voice
here, now, or otherwise
and bumping one moment
to the next, the flash
lives before my eyes
unwrapped, together
Ends loosely floating
time breeze blowing
and other 'ings' inging...
Moment by moment,
and even so, I still
miss the voice
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
Mousetrap Car
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