| Concert Crowd Weaving through the crowd, A drunken boy - he way high, man. Way high. He want girl, and woo her By rolling one eye, One way, The other eye, Somewhere else. Wide smiles at sky, At ground, Even directed to girl Sometime. Like teeth beacon, She also high, Gone. Seeing no burdens to her pain. She see only boy, She not see future, Or even present. Together, They sink, Sink into sound, Into crowd, Into earth. Waking later. And later. —Published as Rochelle Randel, Gravity Ezine - 1997 See Stars? |
No Face I saw a man with no face, There were shoes, I’m sure, And arms that waved about, There was quite a sense of motion, And a flurry of activity in the vicinity around him Perhaps I didn’t look carefully enough,
Photos courtesy of Sheamus Clark Kailau Beach Park Easy Happiness I replied that I had, |
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