"Attitude"

I've been asked by a few peeps why I don't ever post any of my stuff on this blog so here... Its just a little poem. If you like, great, if not,


Attitude

Auburn leaves wind chiming winter's wind of angel wings

(soft down and velvet white)

cradling the auroic glow gray skies crystal surrounding soul of a world puffing vapors from dragon snouts.
-with hands chilled around pen admiring this cycle of life,

("from dust I became dirt
dirt to be the seed
seed I am plant
plant to animal
animal to man
from man I shall become pure soul
and soul...

-there too I'll even continue on")

leaves frolicking south in North Man's huffing out a harmony to an ancient dance tune older than any I know the ever changing of steps-flips, hops-rolls, leaves away always

-somehow just seem to know which way to go.

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old man passing
like jazz sax
-blow man BLOW!
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Mind lingers in thirty second two year old attention span wishing for old jazz sax

-curled and lanky, to pass this way in that sauciness stride insouciant is chilled film caked in numb crust finger constricted into my sleeves turtle shell cave of momentary warmth is the woman's womb of infant and man looking for that flow of constant beginnings not ever ceasing external beeching deities in praying candle lite inside the night's fur maw benighted cavities of erosion milking streams iced in apprentice glazer glancing into his Michelangelo of a masterpiece creates worlds from flacks of stardust souls spazism in North breathe the sigh of deep breath blows the Blues and tug boats down Crazy river along the way.

-never ending
attitude and seasons
leaves escaping branch in treason
never needing more than winter as a reason
to lay in slosh.

mud
earth
rejoining in creation
of summer soft sun
far off into time
realizing what's been done
creating in greenhouse

plastic glass

-housing

tilting the world's nose up at Apollo
never been so far away
yet miles have never changed
in Earth is wiped away
into humbris adolescence
stripping all is pure gone away
casting shadows of protruding
shedding themselves bare w/ nakedness away
The winter takes nothing but life

away

Across the ground walking crunch of Red man's mother blanketed in shedding flesh and soul dieing in hollow trunks of trees screaming release me of forever burdens standing here as worlds collide past to future and I linger in spells shrouded by complicate pixies reminding me of nothing but the Winter's Attitude.


TTFN
zymosius