Friday, March 4, 2011


Oh, sweet crying frogs of saturday night,
bending will like stringy glowing golden bows
from the forest mother-umbrella,
green and dark and fragrant kiss
and life, sing lullaby to my love
and heart, solemn face in grand emptiness
swells sadness of death with immortal earthly stare,
and foamy caress and foamy kiss romances
ocean waves in long gone-memory song
sparkler fish tetra glaze, the universe blinks out
huddled over turning worlds bleary globe blue

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