Ode to Earth, Flesh and Donald Bird!

by A.W.

Posted to Poetry on 2002-08-22 08:47:00

I have drowned ocean with carved sun

Your shoulders…
the horizon,
your lips…
the breeze

I have walked the red knee sky

The tumbling cloud,
your hair
The falling moon
your eyes

I have felt vein on the hills
warm ache from this gentle hour
And O how you wrestle tongue
with eye Mr. bird!


This isnt my best but its been hangin around and I need some closure on it, I just cant seem to write anything at the moment (thats why Ive been hangin on Politics and Utterances)

Peace