Thursday, January 31, 2008
sips a orange tea...
In the wind
Swaying
In the sea shed
In the cold
Wood stoves burning
Way down the hill
From
The
Mulberry tree
Let the sunshine blue
Inside
There
Tresses blue
&
Inside
There
Stripes of light through a window that light
The zEBrA rug she is rolling up
She reaches for the yellow cup
&
Sips a orange tea
She
Stares
At
Me
&
Under the shed under the dock under the bay
There
Under
There
A zebra fish
Spinning
On a string
Stares
At
Me
Swaying
In the sea shed
In the cold
Wood stoves burning
Way down the hill
From
The
Mulberry tree
Let the sunshine blue
Inside
There
Tresses blue
&
Inside
There
Stripes of light through a window that light
The zEBrA rug she is rolling up
She reaches for the yellow cup
&
Sips a orange tea
She
Stares
At
Me
&
Under the shed under the dock under the bay
There
Under
There
A zebra fish
Spinning
On a string
Stares
At
Me
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Saturday, January 26, 2008
Friday, January 25, 2008
in eight bars...
A green tumble stone
Smooth
&
A piece of sea glass peach color
A rambling Blues
On Firehouse Hill
Where
There
The music dwindles
But
Here
In the piano room
Leaning
Carmen sings
&
Here
A picture of Monk
&
A woodcut of curls on the Ocean Heart
- -
& much becomes better
In eight bars
Smooth
&
A piece of sea glass peach color
A rambling Blues
On Firehouse Hill
Where
There
The music dwindles
But
Here
In the piano room
Leaning
Carmen sings
&
Here
A picture of Monk
&
A woodcut of curls on the Ocean Heart
- -
& much becomes better
In eight bars
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