Snapshots for 4th July 2007

Can hold twenty times our freedom.
Can die then be compressed to form organic freedom.
Can be harvested to yield dried fuel to ship for freedom.
Can be grown to bloat and seed unlikely freedom.
Can recede into unnoticed freedom.

the inbox and con-
tact lists peep-
holed by
all in

sundry bodies woo-
ing morning
lit lust pre-
sent

and past layers of
liner notes mo-
ving through
bars

intelligent rev-
erance taut
satin on
thigh

white rabbit in a
vegie patch no-
sing the voo
doo

down

scheduled by the treatment units which
finish snap. Changes so you can see
other letter is “A”. Rescued more
movie & tv stills by hitting the return key instead
of download of uncertainty.

As I walked out in the morning rain,
Walking with my girlie,
The birds who guard the lazy dead
were cautious of the early.

"Where do you walk in the morning rain,
you there with your girlie?"
The scissor-grinder turned his head,
the hare flew from the barley.

"I'm walking from the charnel house,
I'm walking from the brothel.
I've spent the night in carnal bliss
on the floor of a filthy hovel."

A jackdaw cracked the skull of a mouse,
the scorpion fled to Bethel.
A ladder shone in the scungy mist,
the carpenter dropped his chisel.

The rain, it hissed an adder,
my girlie and I were brave;
we were searching for a palliasse,
not a mud-laced grave.

My girlie she grabbed the ladder,
the chisel was harder to save,
swimming in the long grass
and the holes where dead lovers are laid.

The rungs of the ladder were oily,
The holes were endless deep.
The birds had fixed on my girlie
and the stones where prophets sleep.

The ladder stretched to heaven,
but the angels who held it were cheap.
They chopped at the rungs with the chisel
the jackdaw had brought with his beak.

he was suffering
afflicted badly
from writers block
and she concerned
kindly devised
a computer program
to cheer him on
a typed word
sounded a muted toot
finishing a line
rang a small bell
a whole verse
a round of applause
but a completed poem
produced massed choirs
standing ovations
and a chiming of bells