Speakings

4 corners of a well-lit, white room: (simultaneously)

"___________"

"!!!!!!!!!!!"

and

" (unknown, indiscernible) "

" (expressions of texture) "

red shavings of metals, fine as powder falling, piling where the planes meet, ready to bare the mark of where people are going to have been. A woman walks into the room. She is wearing sunglasses. With her hands she is carrying a small stool and smoking a cigarette. the cigarette smoke leaves an unbroken trail from the narrow doorway from which she entered. She smears her peripatetic history over the floor.

" (laughter) "

other 3 "whispers"

then the woman places the stool in the center of the room and takes off her sunglasses, and sets them on top of it. She uses her cigarette to set the sunglasses on fire. She continutes circling. She exits.

"why today?"

"we don't ask questions"
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"don't ask questions"





sounds of an ocean flood from a speaker.

WARNING!!

Please view these web pages at your own risk!!!

DO NOT try to find ANY poetry ANYWHERE here!

This is a space for RAMBLINGS and MUSINGS !!!

There was absolutely no thought or revision put into anything posted on this blog. There is no craft. There is no poetic integrity or credibility, and it just does not make any sense!!!

There will be no odes to the changing of the seasons, no veiled romantic poems about garden snakes that are really about cocks. Any references to genitalia of any kind, regardless of gender, species, or divine incarnation, will be made in the clearest, most precise possible language

You will have a better chance of finding metered rhyme in the flatulations of grizzly bears

The "writing" on this page may in fact take into account, or have been influenced by, or hint at some vague awareness of artistic movements or ideas that occurred in the last 120 years, and therefore CANNOT be REAL poetry.


Please accept my most sincere apologies.....