 17 Apr 2005 @ 05:02
a little blathering from the weekend's low-key jam
I
how beautiful is the universe
how wide our perception
in this open low - i'm ripe for discovery
II
how mellow?
laid back takes on new relax
fingers lose all grip
sweet weekend bistro low
how cool?
when hot baked bread
lingers in a matter of fact corner
knowing that a crisp loaf
can patiently wait
III
i hear ya, sweet momma
i hear your low-toned beat
as my swamp draggin feet make their own time
it may take me forever
but i'm commin, sweet sistah
to break bread with ya while we still gotta home
IV
DNA playtime
pick a helix, any helix
don't show me,
now put it back on the slide
presto!
changeo
a cloned persona
and there's more where that came from
a helix offers a helluva good time
(we, we, we, we, we, we,...
all concur)
There's more, but that's enough for now.
p.s. -
one person took the time to applaud my careless art! throwing out the words and letting them scatter into their own form. That's low-key poetry!
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