I love your words
As they frantically jitterbug
Across my somber attention
Dancing horses on point
Fooling around with my
Chalk and white board markers
A grown woman in her my little pony hair
Showing she can count
And neigh for hunters at
A proactive road kill dinner
Stalking the drunkenness and porn
Hate/love testosterone
To tell on her life
As we mad laughing live it
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Thank you.
Thanks to you rebecca loudon; Thanks for visiting my site. Congrats on Radish King's first birthday!
Again the sounds of Mile Davis, or is it Charles Mingus, dance from your words.
'Dancing horses on point
Fooling around with my
Chalk and white board markers'
There seems to be a knowing, grown mans perspective at play here. As if you, the observer, are taking notes on some flighty, young thing who just oozzes life.
Spot on CJ! Miles and sometimes some mellow Brubeck, Mingus is great too! The young woman is a talented poetess Named Rebecca Loudon. Her blog just had a birthday! Check her out, she's really quite good!
Hi Russel thought I posted here alraedy, typical blogogiste nice poem any way
OH WOW!!! I am going to re-read this a few times, let it sit, re-read it again, and get back to you on it ;-)
Thanks themadamefiles! Enjoy! Can't wait to hear what you think!
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