And to be where, a place, somewhere or someplace
Pressed against the sugarcoat of greatness, on its slim chest 
Wanting to be fresh, wanting to be there in regular frequencies 
And to clench the study, light up the reason and smile at treason
And breathe the swollen air. 

Five stories high on schools and vows, 
And the daytime is now for the witnesses to ascend,
Down the flights of fine friends to an eternal lie.
But breathe the swollen breeze, squall easy the Heath.
Recall the sights of shining bends to the fitness of avowed wreaths.

Can the hourglass silhouette, quicksand the land of bets
Days that stood still to kill the man of crass nets,
And be the becoming that becomes the being for startling
A wrecked starting that the quicksand pulls in majors and minors, minus and plispl,
Taming the gaming blame, gambling the flaming shadow of belief, to release a relief, to catch a thief.

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It's all a matter of rust and shine, to serve a distinction between to have and to have not.

15 thoughts on “Jump”

  1. You jumped?

    This is entirely on your side and beyond the wall between us and I cannot jump over there.
    This is not your colloquial self?

    The writing, though, retains your usual seductive cadence. Sarah

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    1. Aww. I really liked the first paragraph. I’ll do better next time. Although,the category I published this in is called Screwery Brewery as in…freaky (to say the least)

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  2. I did not say I disliked it, Poet. Merely that I cannot find a chink in the wall to get into it. You did jump, Poet. And did not leave us a parachute.

    And I note that none of your myriad admirers have made a comment either. They might be with me, on this?

    I reread your last piece too. To try to figure out why I was carried along to the end. I still do not exactly know beyond the empathy I have for your writing. So long, that is, I have a way in, a hook to hang on to, a window in the wall.


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      1. di chi parlavi prima.. quando hai detto, non preoccuparti è solo un pazzo? siete in due Watt?


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