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by creativesoul » March 16th, 2014, 8:17 pm
She wondered what she was doing really- seemed like crazy had taken her to lunch- had his way with her- and left her soggy and speechless- disposed off- no longer useful. She didn't think much of them- they had one thing in mind- and they were fucking stupid about it- the lines- the flattery- all in conquest of release. the whole whoredome struck like bolts of lightening in a tropical storm-had big dramatic brush strokes for nights like this-she had stories she told herself and others to write down- but the cats... the cats were closing in....prrrrrrrr-the phone is ringing- the telephone shouts out the name of who is calling- she does not answer- it rings a few times and then- quiet again- the dogs and cats sleep on a pile of big pillows in the living room- the dining room table is the heart beat of the house- all the ceremonies and meetings take place here-she loves to spread her wings in there- eat and paint- never go anywhere- just stay in the zone-
deep eyes glowing gold
Babies crying in the night
Echoing thru the walls
A woman in high heels click clicks down
The sidewalk
Far below
Down the street
A man plays saxophone
The case is open
The coins shine in the streetlight
He shows kindness in his music
The love of sound
Comes off his lips
Such wild sweetness
Encourages the otters
To play and swim
in the park ponds
Together they dance
We prance cheerfully
In front of mirrors
Cameras
But we never see
What is really there
Shadows and light
The smell of rain
You once told me
That secret that held me
Bound and blind
So tight
The main thing
Is the same thing
I knew nothing of the way
These days shine a light
On my pathway
Prepared and strong
The days were long
I heard my songs
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---
