Date: Feb 17, 2009 5:22 PM
Subject: poetry may sproing out of me sometimes
the mist of a deeper mystery can clue me in
on the relevant standings of a step toward the real
glancing carefully and sending the flood of words
that are meant to ****** the curiosity as to the frontier
the found fist and fingers fondling a flirtible flag
the flag of needs and desires is as hot as the starting gun
but love does no competing to attain or obtain its chore
the goal is to evolve into a happy pattern of poems that inspire action unheard-of, previously.... shall i try a few?