Them....
My " homeland"
... except a truly 'terrible' .. thing has occurred.
as the showoff jogger
Baywatch headband, good barbloke lope
affronts my mind ... even early morning here
in real language, cultured
thoughful
muvvatongue
' terrible' is the ok part of the sublime: seductive for reasons, true to... something lofty, worth even having a bad dream...
at her swordstick stabbing the lump in my throat
made me only laugh.. awaking in true laughter
Even more, than seeing her muddy moat.
And holey boat.
... ' terrible', meaning a beautiful as her
I could.... strap my small car batteries, upon my back.... easily
And, now i have a silent socket, completely free...
Be here...
As long as i can find inland, nothing there
But Bees and things...
( pinchin from the master, Roy Ayres)
and flowers..
and empty..ish.... hills
antidote to all these performaive ills
"null"
like her face yestermorn.
Null to me is more than mere manmade
up beauty
Is the sublime, if there' such a
thing
