Reflected in your next
feta peda
spun and turned
and slightly burned
gormet
sandwitch special
'tween the blues
above and below
beyond
the sounds and noises,
lights and darks
of the subliminal
bourbun
blue in the moody streets
pass the wind
itself follows its' nose
leads us all
"If I knows only what to say
a day yesterday past
this tomorrow following
I'd be lying"
" If your seeking a
rhyme for your metaphors"
"I've only got rythum for your moods"
"controlled by the rolls
if they rolling
and not if
I aint
jazzed by the blue
of the ocean I just blown by
or the blue sky above
mates senselessly
a day prior tomorrow
endlessly
far as I know"
"other I have hardly nothing to say at all
"as is true
a truth
mates nothing
and not a truth mates a blue
brings forth a rhyme
births a moody motion
relentlessly presses
the air to sound
for the ear."
I heard said
out of the blue
of the wind
had never
been said questioned
in this important matter
reigns above all
at the highest
and most important place
of neither here nor there
and refering
in highest of respect and regard
to pause and contemplate
during its' travels
of the world
to where I am.
Marvin E. Kirsh
.
Edwin