The FAB&PP Poem of the Month for July 2000
spontaneous poem #104
| the sun sets behind the hancock from the east on the island the tower is isolated the orange sun in line the circling blimp and landing planes chatter on deck time to write sea birds taking the air on the bouy |
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gawking beaks agape (or is it greek agape) "what is it love or is it it or love" or just the sunset and my dream spin and launch homeward bound |
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visions pissing watching out the porthole time goes by gas passes somewhere Pedro is pitching no quotes just poetry at the landing sail slips away engine featherd "hi matt" hit the slip clear the deck |