thinking of you

[WIREMAN]

just thinking, which is uncontrollable:
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thinking of you
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interaction
givin, sharing
the word
yours, mine, ours
in the act of response
you give
doesn't have to
be a critique
simple "i dig!"
like a bomb
or just a
chuckle or a laugh
we touch
crosstown
around the world
connections
why else would
we be here?

[saw]

I think of these exact notions often...how all the rest that gets us all caught up it's importance easily falls away as insignificant when we awaken to our connection to other humans, poets, writers, artists, the guy next door.....that's all there is....we often spend a lifetime nurturing our "career", and so little time trying to reach the souls that have always surrounded that.

[WIREMAN]

i should do it more for sure, it's why we put our stuff here, to be read and acknowleged with a passing smile, no suggestions necessary, no critiques necessary. we all have our reasons for doing it, thats why i liked the old flowing response threads at litkicks, they visually begged for response....thanks for the reply steve...

[Steve Plonk]

Wireman, thanks for this poem. We all are looking for a connection, one way or another.
Speaking of which, read my elegy on Robin Williams in Chat Spot, Page 18.

[WIREMAN]

thamks for response....will do

[creativesoul]

i feel like that cowgirl with a lasso- just chasing you down for some fun
i betcha it would be difficult to pull you off the computer
but i have done wrose things
still thinking
i might win the lottery
then i could have lunch with oprah
and discuss all the things i wish she would honor-
like leonard peltier
holy fuck
are you kidding me?
still in prision
a native man

k well-
what about ---
blah blah blah
i always imagine
her very polished responses to my blatant questions
giving me that make over eye
with all that crude wild raw indian dripping off my most sacred parts
oprah is dry baby
obama---michelle--
whats up?
i just miss martin luther king

and dr millner a PSU is the best black man i have ever met
smarter than anybody with a phd and all that
tall like a redwood tree
dang
i was the most un educated white bitch at PSU
he taught me some serious FACTS

about the white bitch universe
class and privledge
money and stuff
left my mind all in a huff
he wanted me to doubt what he said
just long enough to follow the thread
being who i am
with all that
time on my hands
art of the voices
vivtim-ized by my own poor choices
shit
i cannot even blame it on anyone else
i sound like every other fool
simplifieD
ALL THAT EDUCATION HAD MADE ME STUPID FOR A TIME

i was lonely and horny
like a cat in heat
that combo
can put cha under six feet
sometimes it is all
slapping againest the sand
like waves and the sun in your hands
or land you in the street

no allow for crap
BUT DO NOT GIVE LOVE AND LUST A BAD RAP
NOT SO SURE WHY SO MANY CARRY SECRETS OF DERELICTION
WHY THE HELL THEY WANT TO SHARE ALL THAT STUFF
IS A REAL MYSTERY THAT ADDICTION

PERHAPS HYPNOSIS WILL HELP?
=LOVING EVERY SECOND I CAN STILL BREATHE

[WIREMAN]

rambling thoughts
rest..........click of high heels
on wood floors
the girls, having an event
beauty salon next door
living downtown
always interesting
just cant get into the robin thing
know too many real people
just trying to survive
carole jean hanging on till the bones
just started shattering
rough life
carving knife life
sweet life
changing from day to day
lottery gets me anxious
gambling could be my demise
like sex n drugs n rock n roll
just gonna rest
job tired
sleep depraved
eat the steak and salad tonight
drank water
no beer
no wire drivers
no pot
at a point way past that
joshu says u need love most
as u grow old
way past the chit chat
heard all the stories at the bar
watched all the dreams explode
everybodies
covered the territories
never could dream of fantasies
in it for the long haul
wire.....words.....music.....performance
that gets my rocks off
dancing relieves the day to day calamity
all else pales in comparison
the writing constant
on the puter flying....tap....tap....tapping
hard to drag away.....so hard......

[creativesoul]

i once sponcered a woman that was a stripper
she said 'paper is more patient then people'
surely the fond memory of the black keys on the finger tip
have replaced the longing in many woman s hips
we pound away at these keys
having a moment
to feel the breeze cross the countries
of my soul
in there
i bare
y
that which seems like both a blessing a curse
love is all the things that i have in the works
projects
paintings
life
is in my face and hand now
not much action going on elsewhere
oh but i can think up a love affair
that may never happen
but im free now
and i can love without
having it now

[the mingo]

yes