comfort equals full use of the body for communication
point 42 at fallen leaf lake
Men can be foolish dogs. Women finicky felines. Floating through one another. In the eyes, in the mirror, the three tree of life. All the worker bees. Dogs kneeling bare kneed to queens of the night. And you thought vampires didn't exist. Casting cat calls and magic spells. A brain attached to the lake. Wondering at stars. Lifting the body, dragging it by the lapels. Screaming to wake up, falling back to sleep. Caught in dreams that demand physical reality. Pushing the line. Swallowing clusters of space. Chewing the clock. Racing to start line end. Facing east. Rising north. Plowing the fields under a mountain, stark raving mad at myself for never having my own plow.
- david lee wright
Sorry, you must be a BeerandPoetry.com member to start a
If you are already a Member, click here
to log in.
Or, click here
if you would like to become one.