letterboxletterbox - LiveJournal.comDaisies- September 29, 2006 DaisiesA lovely patch of daisies a-singing in the sun.mmm Hope they aren't crazies; I'd love to have some fun.This little one is pretty. Too bad she isn't white.How very much a pity to yank her from my sight.Ah, that one's less upsetting. He stands up stiff and pert.Good Lord! the thought I'm getting! I'll stomp him in the dirt!And this one: You are Evil. I smell what's on your skin.I'll give you no...http://elsibeth.livejournal.com/200979.html Amadride- September 28, 2006 AmadrideWhen love was pain, I took it well.-- I went insane, but 'What the hell'I clos'd my brane beneath a spelland kept it chain'd within a shell.He lov'd to pack a loaded knife;I lov'd him back, a little wife,till light was black, and love was strife,and stiff went slack, and dark was life.I flew my flames at twenty-three,the heart of shames inside of me,a baby birde set...http://elsibeth.livejournal.com/200729.html Cherry Fair- September 27, 2006 Cherry FairCome take me there, my bonny bloom, O take me now, my flower, to slipstep in the cherryry where cherry blossoms shower.A skippet for my bonny beau, a skippet for my lover, a skippet full of cherrylets beneath a cherry cover.The children lost in cherrystones tonight must be away.Let's share the laughing cherry bounce, for life is but a day.My cherry merry blossom...http://elsibeth.livejournal.com/200452.html Rutted Road- September 26, 2006 Rutted RoadO rutted road, how sad you are,all made of cold, uneven tar. You bump and bang my butt about. -- I hope they come and smooth you out.O no one likes a lumpy lane;it drives the dissing droves insane. They hiss at every hole in you, 'We need a newer avenue.'Your pock'd and broken rippled rutshave crumpled all my whosiwhats. Your rough, horripilant, saw-tooth'd knobs make dents as deep as shish kebabs.Perhaps when winter's.http://elsibeth.livejournal.com/200228.html Shells- September 25, 2006 ShellsDeliver'd on a river sparge and shuffl'd up a shingle strand-- again the wavy naval charge to siege the beaches' ringing sandsrecov'ring an abandon'd shell unseaz'd -- a bleaching spiral shield:Is here the tiny twinkling bell -- this whirly yield of bony bield The time of future things is set and certain to be present yet, while ev'ry past event, however, 's destin'd to be past..http://elsibeth.livejournal.com/200165.html Clemenklein- September 22, 2006 Clemenklein On a molehill on a mountain,far above the timberline, delv'd a diner, Ursa Minor,and a waitress, Clemenklein. Spinning needles on the Beatles'Revolution number 9, she was morph'd into a bottle,and it startled Clemenklein. O my bottle, O my bottle, O my bottle Clemenklein, Are you in there Can...http://elsibeth.livejournal.com/199923.html Hayes- September 21, 2006 HayesHayes Williams. Williams, Hayes.Thirty years of prison ways. Thirty years of prison locks. Thirty years inside a box.Hayes keeps open all the doors, open as a paper cup,all the cab'nets, all the draw'rs. 'Don't like closin' nothin' up.'Hayes will gaze from windows wide, no more handles left to lift,sorely 'fraid to go outside, lest they steal away his gift.Hayes will pace the alien space, wadded wrappers in his...http://elsibeth.livejournal.com/199538.html Offertory- September 20, 2006 OffertoryI hope it ain't stupid if a little bit odd, but I really wanna make sweet love to God.I know there ain't nuthin' that I could ever do,but I think He'd like it, and I would too.I worry that He's lonely cuz nobody really likes him,but he could come and see me if the spirit ever strikes him.It's strange of me to offer, but I wanna do my part,and there's nuthin' else I'm good...http://elsibeth.livejournal.com/199367.html 'f- September 19, 2006 'f'f I' not I, how may it be to be somebody else Somebody else, how may it be to be,'f I' not I---Hurtin's someone's daily bread.Wonder at my daily dread---Surveyby way of niterobin1. Your middle name:2. Age:3. Single or taken:4. Favorite book or film:5. Favorite song:6. Favorite bandartist:7. Dirty or clean:8. Tattoos andor piercings:9. What are you doing...http://elsibeth.livejournal.com/198969.html Bonnie- September 18, 2006 Bonnie ParkerBonnie Parker with a gun, suckin' on a smoke,'Never kill'd me no one, hon, not a single bloke. Only stay'd b'side my man, never ran away.' Bonnie Parker, gun in hand, dead as yesterday.She wants to say, 'I liv'd for love,' but that just isn't right.Died for it, maybe. In her glove a loaded...http://elsibeth.livejournal.com/198753.html |