sun projected abstractions..

[vocab]

among the branches of trees
along a street I once lived
vines slung like sleeping hammocks
swung
splintering single fingers of light
into a hundred random geometries
of shadow.

 

[BeinGeneric]

how come nobody respondes to the good stuff here. I've seen more good poetry slide across the surface of this website than fat bodies swimming into starbucks to melt their fat babies shit into tiny chochlate squares, and i've seen alot of them.
i think you're boss.

 

[harraser]

because some peices, while being stunningly good, leave you feeling lost for words. what is there to say about true beauty?
and if we all replied to everything we'd never get off this board. beleive me i used to do it, it was realy quite sad when you took a look at my life
[ 06 August 2002: Message edited by: harraser ]