Wednesday, September 14, 2005

I'd really like to help you, man.
Nervous messed up marionette.
Floating round on a prison ship.

Stages, phases, pages

Close it, set it down, walk away

In search of the sweet spot,

The right shot,

Shaking loose the choking slipknot.




Sliding, slinking, sleek,

Among the inky peaks,

Glittering quicksilver, throwing spray,

Still arcs above the fray,

Ripping, slipping, throwing, flowing.


Clenched fists,

Biting crystalline bliss,

Breathe it in,

You will not pass this way again.



You will not pass this way again.

5 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Dude, did you write that? That's some fine poetry, man.

4:25 PM  
Blogger Joe said...

Aw shucks.

7:48 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

crap

1:48 PM  
Blogger Quagmire said...

whoops, meant to sign me name




crap

1:49 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Can a Tambourine Man play a song?

1:14 PM  

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