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"Power lines, my travlin' partner on this ride. Dripping, pulling - up and down, in this sing song, their lullaby blends with the swaying train. I curl myself into this journey; folding myself up into this pocket of time. Old familiars greet me - that swing set in the back yard, the ruins of an old church covered in new birth and old - mixed with unremembered newness." Journal Entry, October 13, 2005~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~All words are copyrighted by GoGo on a Page/gogoroku.

Tuesday, September 26, 2006


I've randomly try and write poetry. Words on a page motivated out of words that just sound fun. I usually get a far as one stanza before I am done. Here is a collection of random pieces. I'm now going to go for a brain hurts from studying too much. Peace ~GG

Spending time collecting self
Like an apron folded tight
Against the edge of a sunrise,
creeping through the windowsill.
All wound up, a clean clothe
Worn to scrap just sitting there,
Breaking threads unused
In their kept ness.
Its time to expand.
Its time to let go,
And go unfurling.

Echo Pitched Back
Standing at thresholds, the flesh pickled,
Eyes squinting to see the other side.
Sometimes even seers can’t see beyond
The echo pitched back.
What’s beyond this? What’s beyond this?

Rusted thoughts creaking in the head
under bellied routine,
they squeak sharply
stranded in time,
to press beyond the conditional
condition she has gotten herself into.

moral incontinence. Incontinent in morals. The inability to keep oneself from morally getting wet. The inability to be a good gyrl, a good soul…straight maybe. The lack of moral character. The act of transgressing randomly without notice (my favorite). The act of uncontrollably failing to live up to ones own morals.



Blogger Bug said...

These are beautiful. I think you've got a collection here for sure! Lines I loved: Spending time collecting self
under bellied routine
And the whole moral incontinence piece.

7:12 PM, September 26, 2006  
Anonymous beansprout said...

Beauty! Ahhh...the wonder of words. keep writing, my friend.

7:33 PM, September 26, 2006  
Blogger twitches said...

You have interesting images the folding apron.

5:35 AM, September 27, 2006  

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