| Swiss Poem Account Collection |
| Poem Account Poets judih wylde Paul Kren Barry Fitton Craig Moore panta rhei Orphicgoblin Joshua Griffin Jota |
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| Judih Poetry III You'll know when I drive by Scrunching You into Bouquet Fixing to last a long long time Almost |
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| Scrunching You into Bouquet if i could gather your impossible energy squeezing your infinite directions into stems of gravity intent i'd scrunch you into bouquet of wily hot roses enlarging into fantasies rippling with metamoments i'd sniff your remarkable essence digesting visions licking kissed fertility surrounded by your brilliance ah sweet nature you pass in lifespan awarding my existence exuding love unbridled thorny you pause to pose as still life roses in generous recline |
| Fixing to Last a Long Long Time long long curls way soft clothes ages old paths through fields cornflower eyes whispering birds fixing to last a long long time making gentle coincident all junctions singing bass to blues chorus singing harps and chords space guitar jumps twanging accents and languages pulling wheat grass chewing sweet surprise stemsa long long time a sweet long time |
| Almost used to sit there naked contemplating tarot clothed in dimensions realer than your half starved greeting almost cut my hair almost told my tale almost took you in used to spirit belly talk tuned to maharishi incense fresh baked organic when abortion was a well told secret women met in batik salons tossing truth in crystal laden salads in pained veracity almost played that song again resurrecting times nearly buried almost lost that former self to dizzy strums collaged in anguish |
| You'll know when I drive by you'll catch the note sent by air paper planes you'll hear the shimmer of a non combustive engine in solar powered jetscape you'll know i've passed through cause factories will cease their black and blue belching they'll cover their chimneys in respect and mend their polluting ways out of promises to unborn children you'll know when i roar past american culture freeways cause the overpass of mercy will Ginsberg and salute in moon smilies non-commercial applause of shatter'd suburban niceties you'll know when i drive by |