Ok, the dirt is rambunctious, sure,
may I suggest you dine from my basket
while I knit icicles ?
every poem a decay unit
broken & bright all at once
erratic & wounded -
things do not depend on what we have done
and that is hilarious
Ok, the dirt
Ok, the dirt
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
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Ann Bingham
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Re: Ok, the dirt
I see ants and a picnic blanket. I feel the beat of a cold heart. I see lost and tattered love poems that once brought much happiness but then broke the heart of the one they were to. The last two lines. . .hummmmm. . .accusations unwarranted but believed just the same. But that is just my take. Interesting read. 
Re: Ok, the dirt
Thx, Ann - appreciate it - glad you got out of it what you did - it's just a construct of chance operations for me, a submarine of sorts in attempt of reaching or creating a bridge where things can cross -
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
Re: Ok, the dirt
superb !...just subtle enough ( unlike my default pounding of the head)....this is poetry
the death of empathy is the birth of barbarism
Re: Ok, the dirt
( unlike my default pounding of the head). - cracked me up -thx, saw
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
Re: Ok, the dirt
Here's to decay!
Re: Ok, the dirt
....I just take it in and hope to cross that bridge 
me I feel like I'm becoming some kinda Kung fu t.v. Priest.....
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