Cause Broken Capillaries

Chapter 13. This is the end

13.

Mail, many travel books, some reference to the fact that sooner or later they would again arrested in Italy for a visit. You, the hamsters, but this time he had rectal cancer and had done what no one would have imagined that someone like her could even think. One morning, one of many, where everything is always equal to himself, was locked in the car with the exhaust diverted inside the cockpit. How did Sam's father many years ago. Sam if he would feel responsible a crime to be added to the many. But what did it matter. She was not there to collect his torment, the illusion of lenirli with his love.

Voice of a friend
(Voice of friend)


i read your words and feel

and interest me
for they are real
poetic, almost fearless
honest
clear
I am in a hazy daysmoke-filled from distant forest fires
that burn the spring flowers
that envelope the elk and deer with wasting disease
that worry second homeowner
sand melt the desert sand to glass
global warming
how about ma nature bringing mankind
to it's knees?
remembering those Aspen days
yoga
guinness on the deck
songs
youthful abandon
art
ideas
nonconformity
do not get inticed by the cheese
it looks imported, expensive, exotic, satisfying
but alas, it is an illusion
where are you
what are you doing, planing
are you going
praying
burning smudge, incense
doing Sweats
My friend

keep the faith for you are a Chosen One Also


your words / laws / and feel / and I am interested in that are true / poetic, almost without fear / honest / clear / are blurred in a day / filled with smoke from distant forest fires / burning spring flowers / that wraps the elk and deer with a disease that consumes / worries owners of second homes / and melts the sand of the desert glass / global warming / what do you think that mother nature puts on her knees mankind? /
Recalling the days of Aspen / yoga / the guinness veranda / songs / carefree youth / art / ideas / non-conformism /
Do not get groped by the cheese and seems imported, expensive, exotic, satisfactory / but, sorry, it's an illusion /
where are you / what you are what you are doing, planning / where you're going / you're praying / incense burning / producing essences /
my friend / you remain faithful / why you are also a of the elect.

poetry Voice of a Friend is David Koffed