I have been re-arranged.
That is things are not what they were.
Shapes.
drift.
drift.
My futures have solidified into robust fantasy.
Sh e Knows
But what can I say when traffic pours a poison onto my empty streets. The sodium of dusk chills the evergreen, fills the night with a pause for thought but thoughts are vacant philosophy.
5 comments:
lovely!
Nice write cj, and I love the new willful walks the one with the collab. it's brilliant, and it looks great a huge step up from your previous ones(which were also good), I am really interested in the history of things and you certainly add a little zing to it.
ruela>>>Cheers!
Aaron>>>Thanks for that mate. I am so glad you like mine and Dave's latest venture. It is visually far better than the first set of what I call Journossays, that is a cross breed essay/journal's. I hope that you like the following nine chapbooks!
Agree with Aaron, CJ: perceptable increase in focus and defining of concept from you. I've meant to say for a while. Nice poem, this is, too.
Yes CJ I love this rearrangement
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