Saturday, June 03, 2006

New Poem

hammock

listening to Neil Young's "Ragged Glory"

out of the baser realm
of action
i have moved, since
the sun's arrival,
into sound--all
i want to do
is play music, and
interact with it
on conscious
and unconscious planes
while heat vibrates
the summer air.
writing seems
too thin a pleasure
suddenly

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