Poetry Blogs (privacy)
I am keeping a secret with myself
clutching it within like a bird’s claw,
the carrier pigeons have been shot,
guess I forgot to warn the men with rifles,
suppose it wasn’t a clay pigeon after all.
My mouth is a gold crested envelope,
my lips are licked with wax:
they are an inked kiss,
the pout is the stamp,
my mind is the scroll:
bound and bound,
Tuesday 10th July 2018 2:23 pm
Itchy eyes get claustrophobic
And crawl out of their cradle skin,
Down copper and carbon conductive tracks
That refract, through a Prism.
On through invisible fire walls of steel machines,
A thousand eyes, packed inside, one computer screen.
Crashing through Windows like sun light,
Juicing Apples, and goggling your Google Plus.
The paradime online, access anytime,
Free ride fo...
Friday 21st June 2013 10:06 pm
I am not Thaaumaturgically Charged
But thaumaturgically challenged
I like his input
no matter he hides from Facebook
Because I understand the need for Privacy.
So I sit in my privvy
Not thinking at all
Hoping that TC
will someday call.
Love to Janet and the others too who make this space worthwhile.
Thursday 18th February 2010 1:26 pm