potd by Jan Carroll

‘bunches o’fungus’

Sun Photo

Aerial time
unlapsed
between frames
eyes blink
out the buried memory
of sun during
ugly days on earth
so to flip
past unreconciliation
like cards in a nickelodeon
stopped on a sun spot
of childhood accepting it
as a brother dependable
and owned
craven and blanched
separated from the real
scheme of time
a weapon against fear
Since then the blur
of facts.

A cauterizing enshroudment
A majestic tyrant
A natural query
A witness
to unlikely romanticism
gold bleeds into
scarred pewter sky
aubergine streaks through clouds
of mercury
orchestrated blue
vectors of halcyon consumed
but not lost
Cold beauty perpetually
veiled and exposed
Forever altered and immoveable
The gods live in the godless
ignobly assigned to craven dreams
whose sharp shadows drive
the intimacies of the
lurking cycle of birth, crawl and death.

Sometimes the eyes
closed on the disc
fading to afterburn.

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‘PINKS’

dancing at the semi annual fung gala

dance physics

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I can’t write lines like this.

“You may be a martyr, but you still expect to be treated like a queen.”
Me slinging it back to Bill at L2.

Lives of the composers

No money? forget it and go baroque on Bach’s birthday today

from ‘I thought of the universe’

poses answers for an infinited universe
cabasons unsymetrical
I didn’t see Bach as a musical garden
as the mind might suggest
My mind does flourish in the ear
but my soul is not there for rest.

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It might as well be spring

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“I wasn’t negotiating with myself.” Senator Chris Dobb caught
in his own thicket of silver cross hairs doing the A.I.G. shuffle.

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Spring Preview

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“This has the hallmark (and bulletholes) of a Mafia trial.”