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Tuesday, January 30, 2007
A Stolen Life
On the day I was born
I was dropped on my head
But I’m not dead
Fell from a tree
At the age of three
Landed on my head
But I’m not dead
I was run over by a hog
I got rammed by a goat
I was pummeled by a horse pulling a boat
All before I was five
I’m still alive
When I was ten I nearly drowned
Fell from a roof and hit the ground
Got hit by a truck crossing the road
Ate a poison toad
But have no fear
I’m still here
Wrecked my first car at fifteen
Tasted my spleen
Also wrecked a boat
Had a bulldog bite my throat
Craziest thing you’ve ever seen
But I made it to sixteen
One year later my girlfriend went nuts
Ran a twelve inch knife into my guts
Left me to die in a forest green
I was lucky once again
Although I bled a lot
Bleed to death I did not
Fell down a cliff from a mountain top
Mistaken identity
Shot by a cop
Caught Eastern Equine Encephalitis
Drank nasty water and caught hepatitis
Caught pneumonia on several occasions
And a couple of nasty parasite invasions
All in all I’ve pulled thru well
In my coffin not a single nail
Yep
Millions of people die every year
But I’m still here
Posted by ozymandiaz | 5:19 AM | 
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
Station
Rainy day cheeks
Pressed against glass
Blurred by fingerprints
And breath
Fishbowl views
Of a world too fast
To hold little hands
Somewhere the warm hearth…
Posted by ozymandiaz | 6:21 AM |
Station
Rainy day cheeks
Pressed against glass
Blurred by fingerprints
And breath
Fishbowl views
Of a world too fast
To hold little hands
Somewhere the warm hearth…
Posted by ozymandiaz | 3:03 AM |
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
Everything Seen
Awash in the day
I rub my eyes against the sting
The salty spray
Wagging tongues
And tears
I hold my breath when I can
When I have to
As to not have my lungs
Fill with liquid
Disdain
Something brushes my leg
Wakes me up
I am not alone in the murky wake
I am not sure
If this comforts me or not
I look at those above me
Only in relation to the world
I do not envy them
Nor do I despise
I am simply in awe
Posted by ozymandiaz | 9:17 AM |
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
fair thee well
I fade away
The scant clad of early eve
Clouds of milky water
Troops of the coming hither
Harbingers of the nigh
Linger amongst horizons
And under trees
Scathed air
Basking in iridescence
Asks not
Does not care one way or the other
Does not care
Have I the whithertoall?
Is there reason to this?
To me?
Answer not
It is well known
Posted by ozymandiaz | 12:34 PM |
Wishful Eye
The fish I throw back
The first evening star
A smile in the waiting room
Sand on the doorstep
The cool other side of the pillow
The dogs running the fence line, barking as the neighbor kids ride back and forth
Conversation over dinner
Slow walks in warm summer rain
Bumping heads as we both reach for the fallen pen
Waking
Breathing
Laughing
Posted by ozymandiaz | 11:20 AM |
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
closed
"I do not see this"
you speak
"I do not see this"
your hands moving
curious
motions about your head
your eyes
obviously
CLOSED
Closed
What do they see?
within the penetrated darkness of your inner eyelid
open them slightly
and the moisture (filling gaps like cassimer forces) creates photonic dancing
but not now
not closed as they are
why do you look so intently there?
"'Tis but an act" I murmur
But you are also deaf
Posted by ozymandiaz | 2:31 PM |
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