Slip

Excuse the brevity

where a single point of lights meets Jack Nickle-Son

I can begin to see part of the picture

great time to be alive I suppose

windy nights leave dry mouth and wet eyes

spinning into the black

Neil always told us we'd one day leave the blue

for the black

my return to form was an excellent escape from the falling

I hadn't noticed, but it had started again

Back Into The Ether

every two or three times

It begins to shift back and forth

the hands of the great-grandfather clock

Ebbbb and Flowe

Two elderly gentlemen in straw hats

on porches in wicker chairs

not part on any class, generation

a greek chorus for the delta

pulling the energy from the air and leaving it for the enlightened to find

Like dimes on the sidewalk dropped by bums running for cover

from the fire hoses of our ruling classes

I do so love the clean streets

Tie in

end with some semblance of connection and continuity

I'm back, but I'll be gone soon

Dig?

Reviews

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fascinating
interesting
insightful

[Daniel Affsprung]

I like this one most so far. Read my one, called, um, musicc and madness, about the abandoned house