More BBQ drafts...
Critical comments invited and appreciated
Some more BBQ drafts... each line is a breath and the white is a silent
breathing out which makes the lines softer.
There's a way that we know
a word saying go which says
this sets us on a stairway
we climb up and down
and find our self lost
and so this becomes--
a computer encrypted plastic
magnetic card opening door
the code being correct lets
us in; we may enter now
every floor in this domestic
affair, into matters of fact.
Burning ships sink in harbour
sailing did not have any faith
with bent motions in a sail boat
and men overboard were wrapped
in arm's tender care, hauled up
with lines from a rescue helicopter.
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