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December 1 to 7, 2002
Sheaves of Grass **A Collection of Poems
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within a lady is a tale and a boy...

tale looks down the seemingly torn garments
catching her stare through discolored eyes....
she arranges
as if she has become
a Queen through elegants
madam bethrowned

a sheer paste of pastel pinks
riggedly woven white discretes
like marble and a hint of steeth
lepordes and napolian both smile

and a willed Forth declarance across her view
stained reminiscent of a world half away
she views...

arches made from stone plaster
fountain of igloo water
and planes of people where originally
they knew
all but strangers in her space

tale sees that days have been spending time
and her not changing has dried sorrows
and asked her about her plain
there is no response she can say

So the characters every day
they go on in mists convey
and she shines like a star
until no one will notice soon by far!

out of words comes child boy
running for money and giving up breakfast
and in his world of sillythings
mushrooms and marshmallows are just a stupid thing

the latex shoes that isabelle flats
and the sturdy tight of neon black
she finds her hold and her hands so tight
to vanish this boy a tongue to say
and granit his lost words goodbye

for intrusion
espa e olde damen
counting fingers and hostile dreams
the immensity from ill sought pleasure
reeling back to canvas grief

so tale isabella edits her prose
disintergration about all the fools
and her hands fit her head
the way a lock and key must go

where is this mystery covent
the ones where knowledge is
least bothered concern
and all the backached frauds
in their fancy sewn dresses
all swallow chillingly
a fire of draped passion

appreciate the maskers faith!
and stand pole braces the earth so quick
she ques her jewels and bares her torso
locks whilist pond scum cures
animals grape some hola dance

its all a goose taste
says little child boy with book mark scars
ladys role seems to screw away
the one idetifaction in her mirror pause...

Understatement was never known!
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