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Out in the white clad White carpet woods It is not quiet Though I can barely hear a sound Just the whispered Crystal tumble of snowfall In the melt And a breathless thump
You've got to eat a ton of muck before you die, Uncle George would say and said it just before he croaked having presumably eaten his allotment. He meant it either as wise counsel
Automatic writing is easy peasy It's just swoosh and there you go Just do it Nike poetry Maybe I'll get free trainers for that Bit of product placement I'm not above the sell out if there's
Drawn to mark the earth With mortal tattoos These artists fashion Fragile appendices to nature. Whatever the opposite Of the search for immortality They chase it, knowing
Much is made of sunset, That span of slow Luxurious passing. And in the end, Wouldn't we all like To go out that way? Arresting and slightly Doleful, day's end Slipping gently