In this hard rocky earth
what have our bones become
what nourished creatures by our flesh alive
as if we really immortal
thought our marked stones be cared for
remembered only by the wind

Fore,County Westmeath

Bridget Shields Rose
from 2006 notes found in a box today. thanks for stopping by.
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In this hard rocky earth
what have our bones become
what nourished creatures by our flesh alive
as if we really immortal
thought our marked stones be cared for
remembered only by the wind

Fore,County Westmeath

Bridget Shields Rose
from 2006 notes found in a box today. thanks for stopping by.
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sometimes in this writing life
you wouldn’t have to wait for anything to boot up
turn on or upload you could just sit down and bang away royal keys upon a cotton rag sheet of water marked paper
you wouldn’t have to settle for crap wine, château Bordeauxs
would be easily accessible even to a low level pot dealer
you could get a soft pack of Marlboro that tasted good better than the hard pack in the days before anyone even thought of lights
and the rent was 180 for five big rooms and a laundry room n full bath including heat n electricity
and you could sit on the second floor back porch blow a joint in broad daylight watch some old ginger tom prowl around some inner city orange rose bush
while the most beautiful girl you thought you’d ever know sat on your lap and your hands found ways to make her melt underneath her long gypsy soul skirt.

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By pdlyons
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Posted in ghost poems, pdlyons photography, ruff, Uncategorized
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Also tagged cooke street, french wine, ginger cat, gypsy soul, marlboro, orange roses, photos, royal typewriter, waterbury
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