come on across to the Internet
.......The heat from my just opened email from Milton.
the green chilis from the can.................
incessantly raising her hand......................Its
critical phrases
........................................................about the recent performance of my
job
hunting and gathering in cyberspace .........attacking the self confidence of my laptop merged brain.
burning, burning, burning............I fled to the clear mountain
air outside our cabin
the aftertaste of fresh oysters....................where
Winsock sat
..............................................with her mind on the
whereabouts of chipmuncks.
merged with the screen for
days.................
a red front door................
sleep...............................
background noise............
low flying planes.............
the smell of green grass....
warm sun.........................
new leaves hotbot green.................
working............................
making things....................
blue shirt.......................
making love......................
blue jeans.........................
potato soup......................
never know why...............
nausea..............................
footprints..........................
unwashed windows...........
walking.............................
riding................................
the horizon........................