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[butters]

She asked, "what's dead grandpa?"
it's when you're not around anymore; one day I'll be dead
before the tears that welled fell, I continued,
Don't worry, I'll still love you, I just wont be able to visit anymore

 

[Tsotha]

She asked, "what's dead grandpa?"
it's when you're not around anymore; one day I'll be dead
before the tears that welled fell, I continued,
Don't worry, I'll still love you, I just wont be able to visit anymore

I remember the time I learned about death. I was seriously pissed off. It just came to me, in a moment, like a switch being flipped.

 

[butters]

a handful of crushed ice
smoothed
wetly
over red neck and shoulders
cold meltwater dribbling
down his chest
back
cool rivulets fingering intimate recesses
goosebumps raising
hairs lifting
a smile raised
a kiss

 

[HarryHill]

It's me again, bro, typing badly and without glasses at 3:30 on a Monday. Prescription for painful writing, but I don't care, just looking fror a cool spot to sit, damn a ms, fuckit
stare off unfocused into space that unhinged gaze of creation and contemplation of other when's n where's with the right now's looking on, signing 'there he goes again' with smiling fingers and mimed smiles. the silent laughter interrupts my thoughts and I return to sign back and banish them to the static of the word.
Alone I sipf from a red Dixie cup, two blue and cold coffee, nurse on my e puffer that has developed a leak which neither procrastination or forgetfulness has repaired yet. Last night I discovered that the juice that still fuels my nicotine addiction burns like hell if you get it in your eyes, surprise information, assimilated and an admonition to clean the deity damned desk where errant e oil stains a sheet of 20# Georgia Pacific.
thanks for the shade, smithpeter... almost 4:00 beter get ack to it.

 

[HarryHill]

a handful of crushed ice
smoothed
wetly
over red neck and shoulders
cold meltwater dribbling
down his chest
back
cool rivulets fingering intimate recesses
goosebumps raising
hairs lifting
a smile raised
a kiss.........

..
......................Like a benediction
bless me butters for I have sighed.
to imagine your remedy applied to a moggy old man

 

[butters]

..
......................Like a benediction
bless me butters for I have sighed.
to imagine your remedy applied to a moggy old man

specially for you and your sunburn

 

[HarryHill]

She's home, happies on and fed
sausage, onion rings, baked beans
coffee down, a second
carried away and placed
on the settee beside ma dame

An old mister kissed her, waiting
to hear just how well the day went,
and how his night be spent.

 

[butters]

She's home, happies on and fed
sausage, onion rings, baked beans
coffee down, a second
carried away and placed
on the settee beside ma dame

An old mister kissed her, waiting
to hear just how well the day went,
and how his night be spent.

just been for a little wander myself down your rabbit holes
a kiss for spring, cosmic collision and chkn snx i must find more time to go through ever piece one day soon x

 

[HarryHill]

just been for a little wander myself down your rabbit holes
a kiss for spring, cosmic collision and chkn snx i must find more time to go through ever piece one day soon x

You too? if you see Tsotha down there tell him to mind the spiders. read green fairies there's two I think.
..
sees butters by the bunny hole
sets off at a moggy pace

 

[butters]

You too? if you see Tsotha down there tell him to mind the spiders. read green fairies there's two I think.
..
sees butters by the bunny hole
sets off at a moggy pace

aha, goin' to find me some fairies - just as soon as i post a great link

 

[HarryHill]

On the Defacing of Young Faces

aha, goin' to find me some fairies - just as soon as i post a great link

My precious event of the day,
coffee and you as the day is created:

White dog in a scratched shelter,
shaded sentry, vigilant, after a short nap.
I should slip out with a sharpie,
ink eyebrows on the beast in sleep,
slender 'stash and a soul patch
below expressive eyes,
trusting as a baby.

 

[HarryHill]

We've all gone silent as crows
on limbs above the stag
blood flows from an arrow wound, knees meet
the ground, they know
that cloud of exhalation from a nose thrust in the dust
like garnish for the feast
black leaves fall down
cover the forest floor

 

[butters]

We've all gone silent as crows
on limbs above the stag
blood flows from an arrow wound, knees meet
the ground, they know
that cloud of exhalation from a nose thrust in the dust
like garnish for the feast
black leaves fall down
cover the forest floor

oh my lord

*no stones*

 

[HarryHill]

On this holy of days in America
celebrate the birth mothers and mothers
called to duty
those that dried tears, fed, washed,
have a good one

 

[butters]

stone sink

water washes
splashes over hands stained
trawling gravel for gold
rejecting bridle and bits
for a handful of mane
thoughts
d
r
i
p
smooth bowl
overflows
mica glistens

 

[butters]

On this holy of days in America
celebrate the birth mothers and mothers
called to duty
those that dried tears, fed, washed,
have a good one

oh, goodness, yes - happy mother's day for all who take on the role

 

[HarryHill]

stone sink

water washes
splashes over hands stained
trawling gravel for gold
rejecting bridle and bits
for a handful of mane
thoughts
d
r
i
p
smooth bowl
overflows
mica glistens

It took a moment but I see it

 

[HarryHill]

Enter the Great Hall past portals of aged oak
primal girth raised above roots thrust in the stone
paved by fairy hands deep in middle earth

A figure on a throne lifted arms and spoke
words in a magic tongue that was unknown
by all who claimed ancestry of a mortal birth

 

[HarryHill]

Enter the Great Hall past portals of aged oak
primal girth raised above roots thrust in the stone
paved by fairy hands deep in middle earth

A figure on a throne lifted arms and spoke
words in a magic tongue that was unknown
by all who claimed ancestry of a mortal birth

yet rang in his mind like song

Harry walked forward, past the gnarled oaks, across the wide expance of stone, surprised at formal reception and used her telescopic vision like a mirror, smoothing back a lock of hair and knuckling back the hairs on his lips.

 

[butters]

teasers!

 

[butters]

there's a circling storm
trees toss thin boughs
like a nervous horse expecting white lines
lightning's whip-strike
here comes the rain
slantwise on the barn door
jim

 

[butters]

he searches there often
for telltale signs of confirmation
or rejection?
a torn heart knows
to be wary
to watch for omens

but despite the dark endured
her sky's wide open
untroubled by the nature of clouds
because she's free
and gives freely

 

[HarryHill]

Goddamnit I am unhinged, music must be a sin
makes feel like running barefoot down the drive
following the buzzards flight across the sky
gliding in cold rushing winds their wings
held still, wheeling past the trees, peek aboo
I scream lyrics

 

[HarryHill]

Devout dreamer, lost
forests of dominoes
fall

Numerical monoliths
precarious balance, bump
timber!

Cascade clatters, ticks
cards in bike spokes
faster!

 

[butters]

Goddamnit I am unhinged, music must be a sin
makes feel like running barefoot down the drive
following the buzzards flight across the sky
gliding in cold rushing winds their wings
held still, wheeling past the trees, peek aboo
I scream lyrics

love the energy, the honest rush you convey, the absolute livingof life
and the visuals, harry, the visuals!

Devout dreamer, lost
forests of dominoes
fall

Numerical monoliths
precarious balance, bump
timber!

Cascade clatters, ticks
cards in bike spokes
faster!

sounds like tripping down memories' lanes, daydream believer, land of the giants, space odyssey 2001 (ok, maybe that's what 'i' see with your numerical monoliths, *grin), childhood games and space travel, homecoming parades.....