"The Summer Home, Summer Not" Travelogue Jam
I once wondered how they could spend weeks out on the range.
Now I wonder how I could ever get along without going back...
All roads lead back to this place.
Now I wonder how I could ever get along without going back...
All roads lead back to this place.
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the rough and tumble travelled land
is this what earth offers?
how could a metal bird deceive me so?
count the altitude
count the ground speed
tick tick go the movies
again and again watch the plane fly
postcards of latitudes
knees across the aisle
sleep beguiled by seatbelts
peeks at geography
italian boots, aegean waves
inching towards a desert
travelling in time and heart
home flicks familiar
jam beckons breakfast
bon appetit
sparkling sounds are sweet
is this what earth offers?
how could a metal bird deceive me so?
count the altitude
count the ground speed
tick tick go the movies
again and again watch the plane fly
postcards of latitudes
knees across the aisle
sleep beguiled by seatbelts
peeks at geography
italian boots, aegean waves
inching towards a desert
travelling in time and heart
home flicks familiar
jam beckons breakfast
bon appetit
sparkling sounds are sweet
It was always Point A to Point B,
until I noticed the spaces in between,
and geometry was derailed for a time.
I can't figure if this place is large or small.
A metal bird sails over it in mere minutes,
over lifetimes of hard, forgotten paths.
Delivery as such has little meaning for me.
I need to run out to the south, west, east,
kick up a cloud to make sure its real.
until I noticed the spaces in between,
and geometry was derailed for a time.
I can't figure if this place is large or small.
A metal bird sails over it in mere minutes,
over lifetimes of hard, forgotten paths.
Delivery as such has little meaning for me.
I need to run out to the south, west, east,
kick up a cloud to make sure its real.
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setting sail
I packed my bag for the train
and gathered my fresh undies for the trip.
Mamma said clean panties are a must.
I saw him on the platform,
eager as a beaver, quivering.
The long trail of greens and dust,
mountains and water,
left me weak in the knees.
I hailed him with my eyes,
lifting my hand in the sky,
setting sail to a needless drawer
of clean panties.
and gathered my fresh undies for the trip.
Mamma said clean panties are a must.
I saw him on the platform,
eager as a beaver, quivering.
The long trail of greens and dust,
mountains and water,
left me weak in the knees.
I hailed him with my eyes,
lifting my hand in the sky,
setting sail to a needless drawer
of clean panties.
Under no circumstance should I be trusted.
- e-piph[lol]
- Posts: 146
- Joined: February 18th, 2005, 2:24 pm
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- e-piph[lol]
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- Joined: February 18th, 2005, 2:24 pm
- Location: mostly water
I hike up the side of a gray peak.
I would never go there, in my right mind,
ragged, dull canyons and moraines,
the color of astronaut moon photos....
Paint the sky black.
I imagine I might jump ten feet high,
leave giant space boot prints for the ages.
my breath is arrhythmic, under my visor,
right there where nothing breathes.
I bend down to pick up a moon rock.
I would never go there, in my right mind,
ragged, dull canyons and moraines,
the color of astronaut moon photos....
Paint the sky black.
I imagine I might jump ten feet high,
leave giant space boot prints for the ages.
my breath is arrhythmic, under my visor,
right there where nothing breathes.
I bend down to pick up a moon rock.
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