Aug 13, 2011

moonshadow - cat stevens



thursday aug 11

a m


The Idyllic Routine

Bad verses; tokens of my affection
written while drinking mineral water
as deer gambole across the lawn

where are you? still nestled deep within a dream?

... and when the tempest shakes the wave
:) i was stringing patterns of rain into a
necklace just for you, my flame-stitch ...


*yellow*coldplay*


still-gaze

space-dyed

verve

so where were, YOU, 'for a few days'?

i was here.




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wed aug 10

stopgap

so, talk. i'll be here forever in this time
less dribble. one word from you and i am fine.


weightless

eternity is in

in this tiny little bubble.

i can almost see the soundless rim of your hat.

you are a musician, you can transform discarded bits of
this and that

fringed bangs, pom-poms and shiny pendants

or just cut up a solid

propel the turquoise, Amelia ~ you billowy bou
doir of sumptuous softness!


why do you talk to that polyester-fill?

because she is a working sidelight. hey, what are you going to call this?

'LESS'

LOL excellence is not synonymous with perfection

did i tell you that i stopped smoking?

no. but good for you.

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