Rumours of King fishers, poem by pd lyons from darkness work in progress


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Rumours of King Fishers.

can you ever begin anything at all?

never mind again

white walls

white linen

duvet pillows sheets

white lamp

white floor boards

radiator door

&

pale as milk

kiss

black  Japan lacquer

all night eyes

smooth long whisper

curve of ahh’s

to not call it ocean

that which we call ocean would be?

to not call it mind

that which we call mind would be?

to not call it I

that which we call I would be?

sometime ago angels

leapt up in summer time

yellow gold

all one

w/ human kind

of course looked like love at first

then became lust

by try as they must could never get off

though happily multiple

the women went nuts

 

 

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  • Edward-David Ruiz  On January 13, 2024 at 3:53 am

    Good query…and the answer is yes, especially at this stage of my life. But we continue to keep close to nature in all her phases and appearances, and we feel mighty good. Belated new year greetings again, and God bless.e/s

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