flight nebraska

the great pheasants opened from
tall grass and rolled into the
sky. 20 feet. 30 feet.
they would have seen there were
no clouds. the grass was a
better place to hide.

down and down between the blades.
into greens and greys with no
air sound nowhere.
hide between, but never above.

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new poem looking for its name in the mist

In the long storm I reached
Across and touched her
Folded arm. She was unafraid,
And asleep. The thunder shot all
Around us. Rain slipped in
Along the wooden windowsill. I
Thought of the sea - the wind
There - a gale riding a small
Ship. I wondered on Phoenicians.

The water is never quiet; it moves.
Moves doesn't silent.

I heard a telephone ring in the
Thunder, but it was only thunder.
Then I looked up from my
Thoughts. Our community of animals
Had gathered around me with
Prayers in their eyes. My
Head got quiet. We shook out
The storm alone.

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squiggly dashboard revisited

yes I understand what I've come to understand is
that words and not words don't mix. computer's not
made of words. internet not made of words.
programs not made of words:

computers always square, poems always round.

ever the two shall quarrel in between.
and then you and I and them end up
in between (which is where we were born).
my poems on my inside (I am round) dislike my
squares on the outside. inside I am a great
poet. much better than this. outside I am
social worker. group homes. silver car. no
house. living with parents at my age. wasn't invited to my
10 year high school reunion. see all the squares?
inside I am great poet. you too. we're so round inside.

I make dreams in my head when I have a house I will
buy this internet and write well and put it here.
this comes soon I hope. everyone is tired of this.
I have no center now. off the spindle. I make more
promises: dearest everybody that doesn't read this place,
I will make good poems in my house, and put them here.

see - now I've put the world into both its boxes.
and don't understand what either is.

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क्लुत्तेरेड Dashboard

If any of you understands my problem

Please send help right away

I have this place of words

sitting on my dashboard

right next to my portfolio

when I attempt to create a new post

I recieve a message from beyond my reach

It says: You are doing something wrong and may not create in this portfolio anymore

And I am attempting to be artistic and perhaps a bit poetic

hoping you will recognise my NEED to express myself in some way

But I would really like to play in my own sandbox for a few minutes

Does anyone understand this? Please?