DL>In a message to All <04-17-95 19:15> Rick Arnold wrote:
DL>RA> TRAVELLING
DL>RA>
DL>RA> White lines travelling
DL>RA> Through the highway of my mind.
DL>...loved it.
Glad you liked it.
DL>[How do you find the time?]
Some jump out, and only take a few minutes.... all I can
spare. Have so many irons in the fire I need to hire someone
to write for me! -- but if I could afford to do something that
ludicrous -- wouldn't have to have all the irons.
Btw, hoping to see Bud bear it all in the next few days to
make it a merry month of May, <g>. Deadlines are posted all
over the calendar for this week and next, yikes! Quick, pass
me a Dwarf . . . no, no . . . the pliers!
I know poetry echo, ok... an older one:
SUMMER STOKIN'
by Francis U. Kaltenbaugh
Into the sunset.
Nip it, tuck it.
Wasps in the attic,
Flies in my jeans,
Broken shades in my pocket,
Ruining a dream.
Lies in my eyes,
Bugs in my teeth,
Crustaceans at my loins --
Souls at my feet.
Nip it, tuck it.
A bird on the wire, heart on a string.
A squirt in the cylinder'll get me that thang.
Jump in the saddle, more than six in the bag . . .
A bump on the log -- a limp rag;
Crank it, crank it up a notch . . .
A phase -- then blaze, hotter, white hot!
From outside myself I watch
Everything, nothing;
Like a funky old movie,
Flickering --
Her time to sigh, cry, then sing.
Nip it, tuck it.
"IT" -- don't mean a thing.
Nip it, tuck it.
Such a hog! followed by a dog
Snapping at my heels,
My soul,
Barking in my attic.
Wind in my hair, white lines scream by
In flight, accompanied by spite and rage,
Not a care.
Nip it, tuck it.
Just another page,
A flash, a dime for time,
Left-turn, right-turn, why turn?
Witch is the way --
Or is she?
Your turn.
You look.
Thick hide, verbal and mental diatribe,
I ride . . .
Into the sunrise!
Copyright 1994 Francis U. Kaltenbaugh
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Rick...
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