Wednesday, November 7, 2007
in frisco
in frisco,
who remembers
your visit?
the night scented
with coffee,
vivid with
nut-lavender;
my head spun
in wonder:
“someone has left
his crown?”
... someone’s laughter...
“and his
gloves:
smell
the dove-skin!
was he naked?”
you hurry away,
the sidewalk twists
inward;
a roguish boy
stops me:
“did you drop this?”
5.feb.06
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you didn't fuck it up; you got it right. Or maybe you didn't, but I like what you are doing here. None of my poems is/are what you're looking for, but can I scavenge others' work(s) for you?
write more
There is a definite emotional connection that brings life to your writing. Cubists style word arranging... what a great concept! It tells the story in a Truth that captures the heart of the event without having to provide the truth of facts in a consecutive order. Creating atmosphere of an event without having to recreate the actual space...
I like
about me
more than
in Frisco
are you ever going to update this thing?
Hello, Michael Bauer. I am at work so I can't listen to the video of you but as soon as I get home I will. You have no idea and probably don't believe how happy I am to have found you here and there. This is a beautiful poem, so smooth and subtle but scented, hello,
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