I am tripping more than you are. Battling razzberries

[SadLuckDame]

Once he gave me his library
that was much better. I wanted to move all the furniture in,
but I didn't know how to use the place,

so I didn't move in anything,
just walked out and kept thinking about how nice it was in there.

[stilltrucking]

Crazy Mike could not stand to loose to her when they played cards, so he cheated. Not sure what this has to do with phone booths, just thinking about something his wife told me about him.

Grist for the writers mill

One of those nights when I am beat dog tired but don't want to sleep

another tangential thought songs about phone booths, Jesus on The Main line

[SadLuckDame]

He had a cigar, crown
and a painting of large sticks sticking up from the ground.
I think that I saw orange curls, like carnival taffy
twisting curves on the other side.

It was Sunday and music played in the upstairs,
we two sat over a pair of cards and I was laughing at his slow motion move.

[stilltrucking]

I'll make it through the night one song at a time.

Dwight Yoakam with Ry Cooder She Wore Red Dresses

I never know what you are writing about
I got nothing to relate to
but I admire how you write it

same as with mingo

[stilltrucking]

because my memories of man/woman relations are so worn, bleached out bones like a skull in the desert.

kind of a relief actually

[SadLuckDame]

Was just writing with you.

[stilltrucking]

always a pleasure
to write
in real time
that's what Jack was all about

thank you for the company

[stilltrucking]

every once upon a time my dry bones memories get freshened by a dream of my true love

[SadLuckDame]

He has been up and leaving me for quite a lot of time
and even though he's still here and I talk with him.

Today I thought of a fish. It had a rice field down it's back and there were a lot of women bent and pulling out the rice, their ankles in deep pools that I could almost hear the sloshing sounds and sense the coolness. Their skirts had mountain shadows along the bottom sleeve and it was cotton. I wondered where it had been picked from and rather more so, if it were safe against their softened skin. Cottoned. Each woman had a breath held, as with love and that it were about to escape and that they'd be in the sky on huffs and the umbrellas went up.

The umbrellas are marbled, bright, papered and some torn. One has an arrow or of birds shooting up through black straight trees, another with painted baubles and then there's the willow and a dance, the spinning wheel that does spin round, when the umbrella is spun around by a woman hurrying, I think she's very passionate about being somewheres in the rain.

I want to be.
But, I look down at the fish, it is so very near and I had been holding my breath that I'd almost forgotten the water. After all of my thoughts, I had still not had a fin, not had the silvery eye.

I pushed into the water, the long cotton drifting in folds behind and I, with much force, drag it along, as if I were on an invisible line and there was a boat above my head.
Nothing, there was nothing and I merely was a woman in a simple swim and had not yet unfastened.

[SadLuckDame]

http://simplyhaiku.com/SHv3n3/features/ ... sxlty.html

[SadLuckDame]

You make me feel...like I want to be out in the woods
grabbing a hold of it by the crook of it's throat,
then wrapping it up in my cloth and have in nestled in close to my ribs,
walk it home, feel it that close.

[SadLuckDame]

She was on a ship
and in love

so the boat
threw her overboards.

[SadLuckDame]

Sissy went billowy,
billowy, billowy
to the floor.

He painted the wood black
and then laid her down across the board,
her breast bone, her mile bone
and facing west.

He gently took an acorn
and nestled it within her hand.
Needed rest.

He pushed off the boat
and the waves rocked them back
and forth.

[silent woman]

a woman's voice
I miss the sound of it
thank you for writing

[SadLuckDame]

Jack, I read a bit on the Plath and Kerouac holladay piece and now I want to reevaluate myself, just to see what it is I'm saying when I'm saying, but that is even hidden from me.

So far I've looked and thought that I'm in a constant audition.
Always reintroducing myself and thinking I'll get it right next time, then next time.