playing by the railroad tracks with m’lady, spending money, ironing coins ... taking pictures of butterflies, petting snakes, avoiding wet spots and thorns ... scratching ankles, rolling grass some awe from circling hawks, clothes not breezy enough: take ‘em off ... hear the highway far away, loud crickets, laugh at thier situation ... anticipate the sun’s arrival from behind blinding Elvis-shaped clouds... though she sees crabs? ... inspiration, that's what she gives i see the crabs! ... but mostly we’re by the tracks me and m'lady spending money, ironing coins part 2 from between heavy steel it had slipped, whip crack, lightning heat, ... it had to be the quarter, not the dime or nickel or penny, but the quarter ... that killed m’lady, lovely under all clouds, my inspiration part 3 she eats crab with kings in heaven on fine spring days ... the Buddha laughs at my pridicament my fine spring day
Ha! I didn't kill her, silly goose... the quarter did. it could've just as easily been me. Or a deer, which I forgot to mention.
I really liked it, it sounded like a childrens book poem until you ended the ladies life! I loved the embrasive setting feel, and the great description of the area, it felt like i was there. damn this is good weed...
ahh... she died just because... thought i'd change the pace, play the heart strings, words on the woods has been done before. cheers ya'll!
oh of couce, Loved ones tragic deaths have never been done before though. I had a cat named snowball, she died she died mom said she was sleeping, she lied, she lied why does my kitty cat have to be dead couldent that crystler have hit me instead -lisa simpson
i have a sort of dilemma: new threads or one long one? ahh... just see how it goes with the flow eh... pretty distraction If candles are lit And your spleen throbs a bass line If hydration is quenched And maslow is satisfied If your socks have no holes And the laundry’s on the line If your lungs are expressing their gratitude And there’s grape juice in your belly, If you’ve thought about kissing, And didn’t feel lonely, If you’re excited about dreaming, And ponder the meaning of, If it’s a starry night And the windows are open If you’re beautiful And recognize beauty If you have answers And care to share If you arouse me And all my senses If we’re not serious And you spontaneously say I love you If you stay And I say, I think I'll leave if you don't mind
I love the first one. You have a good way of drawing mental pictures to tell a story, with few words. It's like a cartoon strip....