it's pockets

[the mingo]

grab the link - think
eat the Sphinx like a piece of cake
ache - let go with a quake
let it in
spin
win
subscribe to the set
get wet
prioritize your disturbance
struggle for breath and don't be fooled
by the seeking of peace
the water beneath the house
will only sleep deeper
and you'll have to listen
to the furnace come on because it's always
playing catch-up to
the comets of cold &
the stories of space
the kiss of terra firma
is not the one
you want - the unmistakable clink
of silver coin is forever coming
from it's pockets

[dadio]

good poem and theme.

[the mingo]

Thx Terry - i just kept following the thing 'til i got lost in the woods - i love it that way.

[saw]

has a catchy beat poetry vibe.....
was especially fond of the notion that the furnace is always playing catch-up to the comets of cold......pretty hip

[the mingo]

Thx saw - this was off the cuff gun in hand saloon doors swinging behind me as i stepped into the street a shotgun wielding citizen battling the forces of darkness right in his own neighborhood...a thing is either right when it's born or it's wrong...i love assemblage too ... i got to have my thrill or ain't any of it worth
wasting time over thanks for reading & glad you liked it

[mtmynd]

dug the flow of this piece... running without exhaustion, but only to the delight of movement taking both the writer and the reader on a well-deserved thought!

gracias, amigo.

[the mingo]

,most welcome, Cecil, glad ya enjoyed it

[Kailashana]

It's a YES!

~A

[the mingo]

Thx ~A