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Ah, the happy face
of the joyous clown!
And the kid is a natural.
He's got all his fans
smiling and giggling
and beaming joy
to the whole church.

You know
you let
the flower 
grow
by leaving it
alone
and it grows
on a craggy
hillside
hanging 
over a clif
or mountainside.

At the factory
during the rain
lightening hit
and cracked a brink on the smokestake.
I saw it fall
onto the roof of the convertible
and break through.
Dan didn't believe me
but it was all caught
on the security camera.

At the place
where the people were
at the school
where the rally was held
Rick swept his metal detector
and found a weding ring
in which was inscribed
'Bill and Hill'

I try to keep this website fresh.
sometimes it doesn't mesh.
And I say that when writing a poem
don't make it as a different sort of tome.
If Winter comes and freezes the stream
And squirils cross the frozen beam
of the covered bridge where they make their nest
And then they sleep, their Winter rest
If those squirils had stored their oak tree nuts
in little holes and secret ruts
will little oaks grow from the beam
and grace the flow, the river stream?

The flower in the crack and sand
grows up strong to grace the land.
And soon in sun that bud will bloom
As long as it is given room
and no one skids and slides his wheel
over the place where the growth is real.

In any case, the veil of moralization
must be lifted and just descend into sillinesses
of life and live forward, not backward.

Here is an excerpt from
 



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                  Forward.
 Forward

                      relentless
science forward drilling

                         into
the solid hubrick rock

                  of
the burgeoning, ever growing






                          luxluzient

                          sparkinton

                          explositoozees
- doozies






                  these
bombs of words --

        


                             Forward.





29 June, 2008