Guest Shiva H. Vishnu Posted July 18, 2006 Share Posted July 18, 2006 a rainless morning stippled with lazy pollen and the sun in sullen puddles laps against the edges of my eyes as a night of reckless singing swims the length of predawn quiet till a baker's dozen cats drum the floor upstairs with a marathon of scampering: the boon of whiskered life gotta work to eat, to live gotta raise my bones to be only then will wanting give the beating heart of life to me so, bus and train and sidewalk shove me through my day as the beeping garbage trucks slowly back away Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
NotBlinded Posted July 26, 2006 Share Posted July 26, 2006 You're pretty damn talented aren't you? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Vigile Posted July 26, 2006 Share Posted July 26, 2006 that both depresses me and gladdens my heart that I have, alas, escaped. ...uh... kinda... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Shiva H. Vishnu Posted July 26, 2006 Share Posted July 26, 2006 You're pretty damn talented aren't you? Depends on who you ask. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pitchu Posted July 26, 2006 Share Posted July 26, 2006 Wonderful sense of motionlessness to motion of all sorts in this, Shiva. What a good read. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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