March 23rd, 2013

book with worn pages

(my) sunrise in 3 parts

"What is the good of your stars and trees, your sunrise and the wind, if they do not enter into our daily lives? They have never entered into mine, but into yours, we thought--Haven't we all to struggle against life's daily greyness, against pettiness, against mechanical cheerfulness, against suspicion? I struggle by remembering my friends; others I have known by remembering some place--some beloved place or tree--we thought you one of these."
- E.M. Forster, 'Howards End'

simon & garfunkel walk lean

poem: i want to write some more.

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i want to write some more.


to place you into the pocket of
my worn down & out blue jeans
of loose threads kissing scuffed

up docs that walk on
rocks and balance
on rails

on broken up
pavement, old trails
and desire

lines through this town
and around and round
poetry -

i want to write some more.

- adp, 23 March 2013 @ 1:53pm