The sermon for Tuesday, Jul. 16, 2002 is: automatic writing
12:28 a.m.
a poem, maybe
Stephanie, the memory
Of perfect time and melody
Evaporates from me
Like awakening from a dream
Like steam rising from the bed
Of a body that's just turned cold
Longingly, I long for the
Frequency we recently inhabited
Fulfulment and wait, desire
And fate, angelic and extreme
As when laughter unfolds into a scream
And love (do I mean love?)
Is lost in-between.
the Funny Show
agriculture poem
my life in the ghost of Bush
time-lapsed (part 1)
unreconciled
Images are taken without permission from the fine and trusting folks at Folk Arts of Poland; please purchase something from them. Background music stolen without permission from Epitonic, Basta Music, and just about everywhere else my unscrupulous hands could grab something. No rights reserved.