Friday, July 10, 2009

Speed If Light

Would she did she the slender neck
Halted tinder in Cork’s own town
Heaven’s insurance is the only shadow
Weaving solid the unconscious heart
Both lightened and yet furrowed
With same old sixes and sevens.
The substance of violets, the subject of names
Never blinking wanted waiting
For what who knows?
The brother wife owes it-
a brandnew dollar for something
New for understanding
Something new for pointing to
The early morning light.


Bill Jaynes said...

I'm I the only looking at these drawings? Man, everyone should be!

elzsli said...

Drawings are amazing! One of the best ones I've ever seen! They should be exhibited in J.Joyce's museums, etc.:)