Religious
birds have no head
but... may hands waves in music again
not for no to or...
heyyy for you
your new place is brightening....
In a becoming wishful thinking
an appearing street in your hands' painting
the waves reconstructing
myyour grandmother's violin
for another time...
year may come with another aim and bring your hands again,
your own place is brightening.
a place brights..... a place speaks again...
tells about the days and days how
are waiting for your hands'touching
On 28/12/06, Lewis LaCook <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote:
Java Beans is a component architecture
for Java. It's finally a little later.
Winter hits us strangely here on
the Black River, green and snaked
with disease. Everyone's coughing
as they wait in line for
the guillotine. My quills
adrift in liquors distilled from
everything else. I'd gladly
trade my foreground with your
background, if only a little later
you'd hold me as I shook the rain
from my head. Rolling off
the hot tin roof, I'm a fool to believe
that subclassing the atmosphere
and parsing the distances between
myself and other people will ever
stop me from eating the centers from
everyone I love.
http://xanaxpop.lewislacook.org
