6/17/19 104AM
staring at white water and a super moon
my thoughts drifted over ancient foothills
where my ancestors likely hunted for subsistence
and filled their bellies through work
now lay in this lamented moonlight
hoping to be mauled
my whiskey is sweeter for every person I’ve dedicated it to
you so undeservedly take my foul nightmares
and others even less real shanghai my daydreams
someone out there is making a lemon tart
with wispy cream, and sacrosanct citrus jelly, with a hint of mint
crumbled, airy crust with space in between for air
to let it all breathe
and i sit here clad in graphite
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Author:
Big Swifty (Pseudonym) (
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I really enjoyed these words...
Neville
HI BS : ANGELA here from New Zealand (I*m on a Work Exchange). Its 10:30 pm here and time for bed after a hard days work in the CLINIC (Im a PHYSIOTERRORIST !) Love NEW YORK STATE especially in the Fall ! Love the STRUCTURE & SUBSTANCE of your elegant Poem and the oblique references to : Your Ancestors - Whiskey - Lemon Tart with a crumbly crust & wispy cream & sacrosant citrus mint jelly ! Of such things are dreams made. Be glad you*re filled with GRAPHITE which is a lubricant : and not CARBONS other allotrope DIAMOND which would surely grind you to a halt !
BLESSINGS & Peace & Joy
Yours ANGELA !
Please check my Poem on POSITIVITY ~ Thanks A !
I am picturing you writing this in a pleasant whiskey augmented aura when upon the breeze u catch a scent which turns your mind to lemon tart.
The graphite has me puzzled i admit.
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