I’m compiling a collection of poems inspired in part by the Twitstat Twitter Twitgeist.
This is the first installment unedited.
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already found fire and followed;
answer. answer anything (!) apparently awesome
when our minds met that night and sensed someone…
exactly: eyes bed better
so yeah yedda (wow) go let life’s long looks sound something off for someone making happy sounds.
Am exactly the give giver giving love the old photo party fix.
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**rest.**
_(or ide’s wild)
(or Ida, Southwestern Child)_:
**she said the same in shanghai**
she wanted to walk on the wild side while wearing a full body condom;
hmmm…city comments: calm down,
look at the moist mountains in the backdrop
beyond the multiple hotels motels fountains and demo beds;
t.v. on the night-stand tomorrow trying again…
Yeah.
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interesting ideas hmmm
adobe ah air
found a polite bug in the peekaboo project
cool china love in the u.s. made for free
feeling coffee today
thx for the feed
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1. Online I am _completely_ myself
* Between the **ins and outs** there is no difference hmmm
* Out there in the air this morning I was haiku leaves
* And have felt just as free on flickr
2. Inspired, renewed
* Walls who watch the web werd fall happily
* In love so weak-kneed they slide down the sink
* Watching this my hands get the haha feeling. Behold:
3. Today I almost entered a cave on Bull Creek
* But a beautiful woman wouldn’t let me go
* Be bold her natural milk
* (…and she is neither fat nor old)
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Look, Love (Music in the Morning)
add a friend already
beta better in bed
check the cargo going down
gotta hey hello mahalo
it’s a pretty show
c
_07 April 2008 C/W Reckon_
another connection listening, and it looks like love
or why else would we be meeting in these gaps?
morning must make a dream reality, dreams that is
threaded like popcorn round a gift tree that is
sweating buttery sap.
c
_25 April 2008 C/W Reckon_
I need a new bed already
a new bed another bed bad
enough to go down eating funlight
hey, let’s move your legs thataway
put yr feet on top of my while I
while I work the sweet spots thinking
tiempo what tiempo?
_25 April 2008 C/W Reckon_
Ahora always another apple free. A writing storm and the tired headaches caught up to me.
Pretty but claustrophobic.
Big books like dinner.
_25 April 2008 C/W Reckon_
might mellow tonight, porn video. quick whoa, waiting mellow woman. quick whoa listening love,
hot season enjoying menopause, jesus;
it’s a sweet trip testing the happy hill…
_25 April 2008 C/W Reckon_
a little light felt so far away in the company of the cool dictionary.
a trip, um, to another place, a drive down webways watching Man get busy and tired
what the fuck – i just wanted to be able to read.
worth it | you better believe
C/W
_25 April 2008 C/W Reckon_
mmm something rad i had while washing a window:
head and a buncha good squeeze, long sex lunch,
delicious watermelon striped panties in my spit.
_26 April 2008 C/W Reckon_
Two love sleepy Sunday nova;
actually, folks: sweet-tipped pie.
a bird sings outside the window middle of night.
Yay and yum those are bread crumbs two actually taste.
_26 April 2008 C/W Reckon_
Let me slide my elbow into the cup at the back of your knee
Measure if you will where my fingertips fit then
While I squeeze your left cheek
apart from the other on the right
Let me chew on the nails of your feet
two by two upwards til two fingers fit
into the grooves of your spine let me climb
down your shiny shoulder …
_26 April 2008 C/W Reckon_