broken, fractured
words, images-
reflecting red-
blink, blink, blink
off shiny, wet
tarmac, watching
blues shift,
speed away…
magenta, no-golden-
skies, blues
abound, grasping,
pulling, painting
this canvas, read-
thoughts, scattered
Waves of the
Danube whispers,
tumbles, from
golden bells,
davenport
dreaming
still, hear
the screaming,
gulls, over
head, swooping,
plucking, each
new word,
from
this
head.
Shredded buttercups,
kisses in the w i n d,
twilight yearning,
sprinkling cherries,
discarded reflected,
glancing in time.
foamy sea breezes,
grass is
green
on my dimpled
highway-
icy,
slippery
when
wet-
dusky days,
paperback sheets
tattered-
ionized-
rusted to blink,
tottering
without
teeter,
Z
without
B.
shade
missing,
empty cans,
and
the
thoughts
go
marching
on...
Slapping canvas,
words
meet paper,
carelessly
thrown-
skipping a
stone,
writing
meaningless
groans.
Not
a jot, or
a thought,
to what
they might
mean,
perhaps even
glean, something
hidden
beneath-
this
razorback
sheath.
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