Friday, November 12, 2010

Sugar Bars

Eight bars of 5/8 song
sweet talking going on
mystic delerium strong
humility

whistle and hum
crescendo chant
some mysterious star
moving among the trees
the dead bodies

sun has over shined
this one done
new bars
sweeter than before
eddies on and on
dancing in some
relativistic wilderness of numbers
mist looking on
back one summer one circle of a day
and one winter same as the night
forty and one-hundred-twenty-five
three-point-one-four-one-five-nine
into infinity...

1 comments:

Anonymous said...

Spring comes with the sun
cold winds there are none
"man of my heart" - he's the one.

I gazed at him once
I gazed at him twice
this was the start of paradise.

He gazed back at me
he gazed lovingly
I heard the notes of a symphony.

We gazed at each other
and our dreams took flight.

Spring comes with the sun
cold winds there are none
"man of my heart" - you're the one.

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