Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

lost ladder leaning against a tree
all mouths overrun
with bacteria
we pick our noses
with astonishing regularity
is it anything we recognize
criticize
deify
?
immolate evaporate
deracinate - co-operate
open the gate !
talk about tomorrow
please ignore the dust
dollar bills from Bunker Hill
dreaming away the rust
snakes in the foundation
always there

the young want to raise everything to music
the old men love their old motors

I still like to hear
the women sing
- something biblical about all that
or
archeological
to forgive myself just long enough
to listen and I think that
I'm as easy to apply
as shampoo

: attention driver ]

Fine poem.

Descriptive, a good poem.

Thx Terry & Atehequa

nice===aloha

Original metaphor here---and striking

I'm as easy to apply
as shampoo

I wanted to back away from the first couple of lines of this poem----all that bacteria.