should i sing my song? soon it will rain? last time i did the raindrops were as big as golf balls and rivers ran where they hadn't before. i think i'll give it a twirl.
semi naked on her bed /summer rain in her head/in the desert/ there's no pain
in the stillness something dead/behind the curtain dressed in red/she's uncertain/when the thunder rolls.horses run in midday heat/angels snapping at her feet/vultures spiral/in the widening gyre
soon it will rain/i can feel it in my bones/soon it will rain/ i can feel it i can feel it i can feel it /in my bonesfeathers fall like raindrops lost/signs of angels unforecast/clouds are rolling/'round the mountain top
jasmine scent upon the air/windchimes spinning everywhere/streaks of lightening/ in her hairsummer moon behind the clouds/lights are out and so are owls/something lurks/ the black dog starts to howl.
soon it will rain/i can feel it in my bones/soon it will rain/i can feel it i can feel it i can feel it/in my bones.what the devils going on?
could it be the watery moon?
could it be you, or the lack of you?
or just me?
yes that's it. it's just me.
and the distant smell of rain...
Kitchen Board: Friday Night some time in early february
Contributor: oh, completely veronica. perfectly veronica. veritably veronica. there. phew. satisfied now.
Comments: update on the Lady from NYC for interested parties is that she is still at it, apparently. relentlessly so. like after flying 300 feet above lake natron, thickly pink with flamingos, after soaring over oldonyo lengai volcano, the wings tipping so everyone could see this extraordinary sacred active volcano, after seeing game like ants flowing below the shadow of their own private aeroplane, stepped out of it and said, What the .... but in her way. and there are about five of her. safari craig been given strict instructions to notate all details where she and the rest are concerned for y'all....but he said he is too tired to even pick his nose... oh well.
tooooodely old pip, lovely You, bisous x.x.x. poetic nostalgic ones... j . . . x.