orgami's Diaryland Diary

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set sun

what now
most of the journals are of kids
i see what to do
those days of mine are long
gone water under the bridge
the floodplains being filled
long ago with sediment and dust

dust there is a lot of this
now out there dust from winters
passing the grit to keep feet
on sidewalks and cars on the street
piles of crystal salt at intersections
like tree resin
like sap

listening to Australlian Alternative
radio here Its soo cool
jazzy stuff now piano score
tinking in the backgroud a sort of
slow slow beat moody peice

wind whipping the flags about today
and papars now dried out like scales
from a giant sky fish neon coloured
or flesh samples
scripts short or long
printed one side or both
and ink bleeding through
like an unremembered dream
upon awakening

the lake with its harvest of ice
awaits the moment of movement
when the wind blows huge acres
of it around and it bulldozes
puff by puff up over the rocks
and wall at the goverment dock
changes into that candle ice
long thing icicles that break
off when melting and sounds
like gravel being dropped
through the high notes of a
broken piano
melodic and silly all at once

brings a smile to my face
and my eyes look into the
distance towards those mysterious
islands
seven kilometers across from us
on shore and to the north no
horizon just the lake and sky
where the sun sets there
on many a day

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1:44 p.m. - 2005-04-06

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