The L Word

and now the clay is on fire. peeking out of winter’s decadence.
the enchanting beauty of staying inside. you and i.

Now, where Little John is out collecting wives, lost deep in translation
Casanova is wearing stars and stripes like they’re going out of fashion
Oh, but so, where was I way back when
you somehow m…

a matter of now
that all kinds of extension
are multples of
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juddarwin
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ultimate reality haiku 2
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multiples of now
or if they multiples be
or how many were
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juddarwin

yes i have not stopped
watching venus rise out words
become daily prayers
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juddarwin

Of sunshine i dream
when thoughts of You
enter my head

suddenly

without warning

working, i see You
in a field
Namaqualand daisies
Your carpet
You spinning
giddy
laughing BEAUTIFULLY

NO bird could sing the s…

you don’t see me grow from under your feet,
just sneaking up sideways and up, over
any way that light also can; moisture
and air… you feel but dampness but along
that other fungus, you don’t see;…

There once was a Homo from Flores
That should have drowned in the Torres
Though he lost half his height
Not a grain of insight
18,000 years later, some numbskull
Called Jacob, Martin, Falk et al
Had him ma…

i am the second to last
william shakespeare of destiny’s child

the dreams of one
who has never seen the pain

never quite touching
the joy of two sorted timbers

dancing in the rain
throwing handbags…

what Jesus Christ’s middle name?

Ben

Yeshua Ben Dovid

Ben
Benjamin
Son of my right (hand)

Benjamin the 12th and youngest son of Jacob(Israel)
died on his birthday, just like Shakespeare

Jesus said ̶…

When you’re tired of painted faces that can’t feel to kiss
And you’re wondering who else is down on Schindler’s list
Close your eyes, oh close your eyes, Rosaline, this won’t hurt abit

When the super m…

pristine shirts
hang
from the head
of the cruel

the war of the roses, the beauty and the beast
black velvet underground, south by southeast
a civil war union was the only way to stop it
held out on the c…

a passion to just bite
the apple, red,
the juices dripping:
there, now, to be dried (kissed)
and say, hello!

i’m turning in
to wind back the clock

with a hanging pot of fresh envy
and my favourite cup of tea

looking over the wonder years
and to where i was really me

errol flynn; younger roger moore, when as
young ivanhoe; cite young susan hampshire
of the 60’s? tom jones movie: bring back
more nicer, less old movies, so elder
actors confess youth’s ete…

i have found overalls that
button to each other, that
teepee anywhere heads out

we kill lesser beings / wont their nonsapien skins

as the feet of the spirit run over my head
i don’t know if i’m in the race of the living or dead

but(t) cracks in helsinki, snow falling on cedars
wipe that smile off your face ’fore …

who’d want/lets \ mutually plays show/coax/outdo
—-empath…, left in the LATE lounge