Allen Ginsberg Exercise #6

[dotinthesky]

A song at my finger tips, sun warming this space, shadows flying down the floor (and some smash into the glass, and break their necks), following the green up the hill, a form stretched out, the glass rattles with the wind.

Sitting in the guesthouse's reception after serving breakfast and clearing out tables. Sunny sunday, no sign of winter.

A drilling sound in my head like a truck going down our dirt road.

Comments

[norabird.livejournal.com]

how pretty.

[myendeavorca.livejournal.com]

Any world cup tourists there?

[picosgemeos.livejournal.com]

Yes! A Chinese family two days ago, a Scottish guy yesterday and a Dutch family next week!