I WRITE ON ETHER ( woke sweating and scribbled like she, diane, wrote through me nonstop; just a few days after)

I WRITE ON ETHER ( woke sweating and scribbled like she wrote through me nonstop; just a few days after)

It is blissful, this life, stolen!
Why did they not expect that this we would?
I chose Eden again: a Middle-Eastern
like the former foremost Omar Khayyam,
if, with more than a loaf of bread, and wine.
Wordsworthian country: nearer Robert Frost,
perhaps near some provincial Canadian
poet, who actually has a Russian father.
Do not tell me you still do not know who I am!
I know they all said no, it can’t be true.
Judda knew; heard Dodi say he was
ready to leave all girls to live with me.
He also watched a movie work the plot out.
Maybe you who disbelieve, these things, should
read its history instead of those thrillers.
I don’t suppose – none of you –imagined, if
if it was not Simpson, but impotence?

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i am AS i am (discovery than platform): I sculpt chisel my letters (runes?) ’sthough on stone, remembered when vanishes elrctricity; paper; canvass; memory

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Comments

  • Anthea  Slade
    Anthea Sladeabout 1 year ago

    Captivating write full of intrigue and mystery. You pull us in with your incredible imagery and juxtapositions.

    Also love the title also.

  • Donna19
    Donna19about 1 year ago


    Congratulations, such creative work Jud!

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