Saturday, 2 June 2012

It's Satyrday!!

...and it's a marvelous system of wiggles (I stole that from Alan Watts).

I steal ideas.

Some photos and a poem and I'm signing off
 again...will do a write up later this weekend on new developments...arts zine, musical
fun, connections with others...


HE arose, filthy, stinking
king of the dawn.

Still in yesterdays clothes
but breathing a new
type of fire.

His nostrils had grown.
The air moved quicker.

And everything else kept 
slowing down.

He caught a bird in mid-flight.
He pointed out the smallest parts

of everything.
Then the quiet became unbearable.
Of course, he took it.



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