Where You Go When You Want to Think

This site has excerpts of my novel-in-progress, Hot Love on the Wing, as well as thoughts on post postmodernism, avant garde art, literature, music, and the community of artists in Bushwick and New York.

Friday, January 22, 2010

Field Day

  But let's go a fishing to the pond.
We'll have fun whatever we bring along,
No need to distrust the meaning of the song,
All that's needed is a lending of the hand.
We'll basket and luncheon by the shoreside
Making sure everyone is satisfied.
And the sun will beat true and clear and blue
Sky above us illumines me and you.
And the water splashes and the fish laugh
As they jump alive into our palms.
We'll roast them then, and eat our fill
In luxury; we'll have not worried minds,
Because life was good to us today,
Another blessed one to say the least,
These days shouldn't be so hard to come by.

-New York Writers Inc.

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