Saturday, October 27, 2007


A Sign Lol Was Getting Better
Walking along the cart path, yesterday

late afternoon,

Lol saw what looked like

a piece of handmade paper dangling

from a branch of the Desert Mesquite.

She reached upward, took

the delicate wisp between her thumb and index

finger and felt its fragility.

Lol called the scrap a shred of the wren's home,

folded it into quarters and
placed it inside

the large empty pocket of her windbreaker.

She would look at it more closely



1 comment:

  1. High, girl!
    While I realize my penname is quite morbid, yet,
    you shall find in our blogs a gobba (subliminal) moxie
    which has taken this mortal sinner yeeeeers to compile:
    I lay it ALL out for you, dear - neet-o, packaged, concise
    (gotta gobba poetry, too).

    Nevertheless, wouldn’t ya love an endless eternity
    of aplomBombs falling on thy indelible cranium?
    An XtraXcitinXpose with no
    with an IQ much higher than K2,
    and an extraordinarily, anti-establishment victory??
    Here’s what the exquisite, prolific GODy sed
    (with an excellent bullshot detector):

    “Faith, hope, and love,
    the greatest of these is love -
    jump into faith...
    and you'll see with love”
    Doesn’t matter if you don’t believe (what I write);
    God believes in you.

    Meet me Upstairs, girl, where the Son never goes down
    from a passionate, prolific iconoclasm where you’ll find
    nonillionsXnonillionsXnonillionsXnonillionsX… of
    deluxe-HTTP [<- pi] opportunities for excitement BTW.

    Do it. Do the deed, dude. Sign into the Big House.