It is unfair white in a world of counting.
And so it is a world of unending disagreement. Petty eyes
Study petty fingers, flipping through
Stacks of stuff.
So, you want to be a collector.
Start with a cottage in the woods--
How many trees did it take, and which way
Does it face?
Is it shy to the light?
Or is it devoted to the sleepboat
It was important to someone, once.
Does it wait in a predicament of beauty,
Now you count it out. The building blocks
And orphaned stumps, the yard made of what is near in flattened lumps.
The bottom line seems to not matter as it is
On its foundation, in its original
Habitat. But when you carry it on your back
The oldest ounces of nowhere gain weight, and tend to matter.
Name That Trauma:: Murphy T. L. on a Dark Haired Idol Worshiper - Ok. This would have been in late August/early September of 1985. I was living in Bradenton, FL, and WTOG would show movies on Saturday afternoons featuring...
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