I am tripping more than you are. Battling razzberries
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Re: I am tripping more than you are. Battling razzberries
Got a shining star out there in the night
that night sky holding it high
and tight
so I can look
and look
and want.
that night sky holding it high
and tight
so I can look
and look
and want.
`Do you know, I was so angry, Kitty,' Alice went on...`when I saw all the mischief you had been doing, I was very nearly opening the window, and putting you out into the snow! And you'd have deserved it, you
little mischievous darling!
~Lewis Carroll
little mischievous darling!
~Lewis Carroll
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Re: I am tripping more than you are. Battling razzberries
It was writing note pages
pressed against my chest,
the painting on the wall
and every day I lose you.
You're out touching flowers
when you walk by the petals,
if I knew I could walk right into you,
I would, it's the know that I can't.
In dreams I can put my mouth all over,
like a phantom, there's the haunt.
I never make you quite happy
even after a night like we do.
pressed against my chest,
the painting on the wall
and every day I lose you.
You're out touching flowers
when you walk by the petals,
if I knew I could walk right into you,
I would, it's the know that I can't.
In dreams I can put my mouth all over,
like a phantom, there's the haunt.
I never make you quite happy
even after a night like we do.
`Do you know, I was so angry, Kitty,' Alice went on...`when I saw all the mischief you had been doing, I was very nearly opening the window, and putting you out into the snow! And you'd have deserved it, you
little mischievous darling!
~Lewis Carroll
little mischievous darling!
~Lewis Carroll
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Re: I am tripping more than you are. Battling razzberries
There was a speck of light, a glimmer.
I looked for a vase of water
or a glass cup in the windowsill
with the sun shining through it.
My legs were bare,
I had my hands on my knees
and the light was on my feet.
I don't know where all that water was.
I don't know if it was something I started to drink
on some other night and forgot it there.
I looked for a vase of water
or a glass cup in the windowsill
with the sun shining through it.
My legs were bare,
I had my hands on my knees
and the light was on my feet.
I don't know where all that water was.
I don't know if it was something I started to drink
on some other night and forgot it there.
`Do you know, I was so angry, Kitty,' Alice went on...`when I saw all the mischief you had been doing, I was very nearly opening the window, and putting you out into the snow! And you'd have deserved it, you
little mischievous darling!
~Lewis Carroll
little mischievous darling!
~Lewis Carroll
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Re: I am tripping more than you are. Battling razzberries
Her looking from a fifteen story window
out at the busy sidewalk, with all those people
doing all those things in such a rush
of color, voice, movement, clutter
none of them looking up to see her there.
out at the busy sidewalk, with all those people
doing all those things in such a rush
of color, voice, movement, clutter
none of them looking up to see her there.
`Do you know, I was so angry, Kitty,' Alice went on...`when I saw all the mischief you had been doing, I was very nearly opening the window, and putting you out into the snow! And you'd have deserved it, you
little mischievous darling!
~Lewis Carroll
little mischievous darling!
~Lewis Carroll
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Re: I am tripping more than you are. Battling razzberries
It was weird to have on lip stick,
who was I to be this night,
I had to pick her quick
and get the eyes in character.
who was I to be this night,
I had to pick her quick
and get the eyes in character.
`Do you know, I was so angry, Kitty,' Alice went on...`when I saw all the mischief you had been doing, I was very nearly opening the window, and putting you out into the snow! And you'd have deserved it, you
little mischievous darling!
~Lewis Carroll
little mischievous darling!
~Lewis Carroll
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Re: I am tripping more than you are. Battling razzberries
There was many layers
of fluff
and ruffle,
but he still got to me.
of fluff
and ruffle,
but he still got to me.
`Do you know, I was so angry, Kitty,' Alice went on...`when I saw all the mischief you had been doing, I was very nearly opening the window, and putting you out into the snow! And you'd have deserved it, you
little mischievous darling!
~Lewis Carroll
little mischievous darling!
~Lewis Carroll
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Re: I am tripping more than you are. Battling razzberries
There was a chicken in the crossing.
`Do you know, I was so angry, Kitty,' Alice went on...`when I saw all the mischief you had been doing, I was very nearly opening the window, and putting you out into the snow! And you'd have deserved it, you
little mischievous darling!
~Lewis Carroll
little mischievous darling!
~Lewis Carroll
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Re: I am tripping more than you are. Battling razzberries
Speaking of a chicken
I love this poem
Chicken, by Kim Addonizio
Why did she cross the road?
She should have stayed in her little cage,
shat upon by her sisters above her,
shitting on her sisters below her.
God knows how she got out.
God sees everything. God has his eye
on the chicken, making her break
like the convict headed for the river,
sloshing his way through the water
to throw off the dogs, raising
his arms to starlight to praise
whatever isn't locked in a cell.
He'll make it to a farmhouse
where kind people will feed him.
They'll bring green beans and bread,
home-brewed hops. They'll bring
the chicken the farmer found
by the side of the road, dazed
from being clipped by a pickup,
whose delicate brain stem
he snapped with a twist,
whose asshole his wife stuffed
with rosemary and a lemon wedge.
Everything has its fate,
but only God knows what that is.
The spirit of the chicken will enter the convict.
Sometimes, in his boxy apartment,
listening to his neighbors above him,
annoying his neighbors below him,
he'll feel a terrible hunger
and an overwhelming urge
to jab his head at the television over and over
I love this poem
Chicken, by Kim Addonizio
Why did she cross the road?
She should have stayed in her little cage,
shat upon by her sisters above her,
shitting on her sisters below her.
God knows how she got out.
God sees everything. God has his eye
on the chicken, making her break
like the convict headed for the river,
sloshing his way through the water
to throw off the dogs, raising
his arms to starlight to praise
whatever isn't locked in a cell.
He'll make it to a farmhouse
where kind people will feed him.
They'll bring green beans and bread,
home-brewed hops. They'll bring
the chicken the farmer found
by the side of the road, dazed
from being clipped by a pickup,
whose delicate brain stem
he snapped with a twist,
whose asshole his wife stuffed
with rosemary and a lemon wedge.
Everything has its fate,
but only God knows what that is.
The spirit of the chicken will enter the convict.
Sometimes, in his boxy apartment,
listening to his neighbors above him,
annoying his neighbors below him,
he'll feel a terrible hunger
and an overwhelming urge
to jab his head at the television over and over
Re: I am tripping more than you are. Battling razzberries
BUST DOWN THE DOOR - EAT ALL THE CHICKENS!
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
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Re: I am tripping more than you are. Battling razzberries
kosher butchers
headless roosters
chicken soup for the soul
headless roosters
chicken soup for the soul
If you can't give me love and peace, Then give me bitter fame. — Akhmatova.
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Re: I am tripping more than you are. Battling razzberries
death sticks to your bones
no bread
no wheat
no meat
no eggs
yeah tofu
or die
is there really an alternative?
nope
eat like a monk
ommmmmmm
no bread
no wheat
no meat
no eggs
yeah tofu
or die
is there really an alternative?
nope
eat like a monk
ommmmmmm
reason is over rated, as is logic and common sense-i much prefer the passions of a crazy old woman, cats and dogs and jungle foliage- tropic rain-and a defined sense of who brings the stars up at night and the sun up in the morning---
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eat like a monk
fuck like a monk
seems to me
a cure for a disease called man
fuck like a monk
seems to me
a cure for a disease called man
how did it get so twistedI was born an innocent and trusting child
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uh- you had me with 'eat like a monk' but fuck like a monk- i went somewhere in my mind- see- monks usually live with all men- and.. well- maybe i could do the other- but...
how did it get so twisted?
there are two mountains behind HANALEI school in kauai- my children went there- the name of the mountains? twisted sisters-
i forgot- my mind is a fading watercolor in an assisted living home for blue hairs
how did it get so twisted?
there are two mountains behind HANALEI school in kauai- my children went there- the name of the mountains? twisted sisters-
i forgot- my mind is a fading watercolor in an assisted living home for blue hairs
reason is over rated, as is logic and common sense-i much prefer the passions of a crazy old woman, cats and dogs and jungle foliage- tropic rain-and a defined sense of who brings the stars up at night and the sun up in the morning---
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my mind's a joke
my spirit broke
swinging between life and death
I been thinking about wearing a plutonium hat
just to keep me from blowing away
perhaps I should stop posting for a while
till I have something more life affirming to stay.
the nirvana principle
my spirit broke
swinging between life and death
I been thinking about wearing a plutonium hat
just to keep me from blowing away
perhaps I should stop posting for a while
till I have something more life affirming to stay.
the nirvana principle
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i think not- poetry should only be happy? and death a secret?
i would hope that the best writing was intensely felt not so very great times mixed with a fantasy and a description of what you really wanted=- after all-
ya can do this alive or dead- just feels better alive- im sure-
i lissen to ppl and they all say they could of done it better
but they didnt do anything at all-just thought about doing it=
write about it- write about what you really wanted- and could still have and love-- and if all the cuts and wounds were healed- what would that look like- would you be on the bus having a moment= or would you be in a group of people reading your poems in the park-? maybe
kite flying with all this wind=
i would hope that the best writing was intensely felt not so very great times mixed with a fantasy and a description of what you really wanted=- after all-
ya can do this alive or dead- just feels better alive- im sure-
i lissen to ppl and they all say they could of done it better
but they didnt do anything at all-just thought about doing it=
write about it- write about what you really wanted- and could still have and love-- and if all the cuts and wounds were healed- what would that look like- would you be on the bus having a moment= or would you be in a group of people reading your poems in the park-? maybe
kite flying with all this wind=
reason is over rated, as is logic and common sense-i much prefer the passions of a crazy old woman, cats and dogs and jungle foliage- tropic rain-and a defined sense of who brings the stars up at night and the sun up in the morning---
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