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life is it a ?

was it the coffee pot
i forgot?
dangling little verbs
of espresso
reading little things  about me
glorious explosions flying around the sun
and my kitchen
those neatly folding napkins
of death and forgetfulness
and oh my there's a piece
of wallpaper out of place
in the mending wall i do
before the world gets off
because i reached Jupiter
and said good-by
— Orphani, Feb 02, 2010

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Kailashana

Kailashana

16 years 4 months ago

Drops of

Drops of Jupiter. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Xf-Lesrkuc ~ Train Have a good day Barry, the wallpaper will wait. Love, Anna "What we do for ourselves dies with us. What we do for others and the world remains and is immortal." Albert Pine
Nordic cloud

Nordic cloud

16 years 4 months ago

Molto espressivo Barry

Moonstruck everydayness boiling little steam-patterns on the walls of you cosy home, this is an amusing little collection of sights familiar to all, and then you reach the planet Jupiter, perhaps with those little explosions? Love to you from me.
Geezer

Geezer

16 years 4 months ago

Hmmmm....

I am reminded of a C.W. song with the lyrics that say,"Counting flowers on the wall, that don't bother me at all." Playing solitaire 'till dawn with a deck of fifty-one", Smoking cigarettes and watchin' Captain Kangaroo, now don't tell me I've nothing to do." LOL Funny, fun read, Thanks, Gee
Electric Blue

Electric Blue

16 years 4 months ago

Life

O This reminded me writing my poem about my friend called Coffee and a Smoke I was sitting in her kitchen as she ambled in. She was in her dressing gown with her cigerette packet her lighter. Wiping the sleep from her eyes, holding onto a hot cup of steaming coffee. Then taking that first sip taste buds exploading. Then inhale from her first cigerette of the day. Kick starting day. Then observing her ritual of the day unfold I myself do not indulge in coffee or smoke. But counting flowers on the wall - I have been there. Special moments before the day starts Loved it Electric Blue