pivot October 11, 2007

i did not realise that anything was wrong he said
and a friend wrote about the magic of pivotal words hidden in the string
with two meanings and more outcomes
and all of a sudden with the liberating fun of a lost poem    and    as well as all that
this day has the lingering of bonfire tendrilwhisps
                                                  copperdozing lazy leaves
                                                  the last warmth of the year coaxing the scent from the squashflowers

there is a place where a man with old bones

it really doesn’t matter that there is no absolut(e)   for this is the proof
perhaps those heavyheaded bullocks will nod-a-low until their very heads fall off