thoughts while wading through -Perseid by Cory Garcia
pen in hand etching the details of this life as it comes no planned out
if only to have him see that the inside of the marble wont roll, tilted but the pink of the rose will go up the nose
yellow flashing white laying brown reaching gray creeping blue floating
until now when the understanding is felt while sifting fingers through freshly plowed dirt
turning the faucet on and asking for something and out it pours, free flowing and full of color, abstract for the eye to see
death the dash is released - freeing the colors to see and put in order to climb the spheres
a convitare of pastries and tea ricevimento of the package a little ballo on skates picking the paint off the fence to place in the box and wrap
the day was thoughts and the ladder long waiting to fall was willing to harm connecting the dots
it just comes to me o yeah, that would be good in a poem so i write the line
i don’t know where they come from i don’t know where they are going they have a mind of their own they speak about UN-understandabl… i sometimes search for them
we were young as we walked through… the pearly golden gates scratching our head from the dandruff attack that we breathed in
as i place my hand in yours and we manipulate the dance floor at the museum the people stop
the water paints blend as i try to share my oil with you, helping to keep your lamp bright, as the coming comes can i go with you
and as the shopping gets to heavy… you find someone to lay it on and… pulling the crust off could make i… yolk don’t mix well with it, you c… that the sea gulls land on the moo…
some grow up with a spot to fill a title to live a for runner of things to come