The view from me pillowA Chapter by Jim W WhiteDream sequence/ hypnogogia/ free-wheeling mind dribbleOld man Father Time is dead His grey beard grows on; Hair don't know when to resign.
[All]
Bucket thinking "Ouch". Took a kick but can't voice it. Let the inside out.
[The]
Dumb deaf stupid lost and blind, A dog with no job Bites his tongue as legs entwine.
[Riches]
Walking bare foot in the muck: Better for the spine Than red-lining a fat truck.
[Of]
Bitter rocks to climb: Wear your comfiest shoes and sprint. Brittle skull no mind.
[Night]
Moonlight on shovel Reminds me of polished skulls; Jewelry smuggled.
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Added on September 4, 2008 Last Updated on September 8, 2008 AuthorJim W WhiteGhettosville, UK, United KingdomAboutImpulse to write is a madness.. sometimes subtle and stealthy.. a whisper in the mind's ear.. other times it's frenzied and chaotic.. a riot of imagination. I'm feverish, vertiginous.. climbing the .. more..Writing
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