This is lovely, Jill. I like its sense of 'lilt-full', goofy-doofy
permission counter-pointed against blockage and circumstance.
Hope you keep rolling with it!
Stephen V
Blog: http://stephenvincent.durationpress.com
> 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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