Oh, really marvelously crafty! -- it's like following a windy road.
On 7/26/05, Jill Jones <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> What is on my mind
> A question that fades behind
> The machine singing in my ear
>
> At one angle the day seems clear
> But with this boom-bam blockage
> Wearing me apart, I'm edge
>
> Hugging the horizon is the brown
> All that's fluffy in this town
> Rises, mingle-parts of day song
>
> I breathe, I sense, I get along
> My heady doof-doof's mine alone
> O yellow day within this groan
>
> An alternative history in scratch
> The body song become unlatched
> As if every thing had its inner air
>
> Twigs and steel, my squeaky chair
> What is there to heft or mine
> A question today won't refine
>
> Jill Jones
> 11.15 am Sydney 27 July 2005
>
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