The view from me pillow

The view from me pillow

A Chapter by Jim W White
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Dream sequence/ hypnogogia/ free-wheeling mind dribble

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Old 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.

 



© 2008 Jim W White


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Jim W White
Jim W White

Ghettosville, UK, United Kingdom



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Impulse 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..

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