09-03-2013, 11:05 AM
This late summer evening
as I listen to the cricket's
"cree cree
cree cree
cree cree"
I imagine myself with cricket legs
and what a glorious noise
I could make if I rubbed them together
as I lie on my back in farmhouse shadows.
Maybe after a while
a beautiful woman
who also had
cricket legs
would be attracted
and join me on the lawn.
Together,
the volume of the
glorious noise
would double,
and we would be happy
and she would
smile easily.
Our racket might very well disturb
the people for several acres around,
and cause them
to gather up guns
and dogs to hunt us down
in order to silence us, but as they neared
we would SPRING INTO ACTION!
get up on our cricket legs,
and bound away into perhaps
a large field of tall, green, corn
where we would lie, keeping
our legs spread apart
for the sake of silence,
and, while prone that way,
we would quietly giggle
as I climbed on top of her
and we proceeded
to have sex,
while the people
urged their dogs to sniff
us out, but the dogs
wouldn't really want to find us
because they'd consider us
too weird and creepy to behold, while
to the north
and south
of us, in these western lands,
pieces of the sun unwound
from the forests,
and pyrocumulus bloomed.
Draft 2:
~When Pyrocumulus Last In the Western Lands Bloomed~
This late summer evening
as I listen to the cricket's
"cree cree
cree cree
cree cree"
I imagine myself with cricket legs
and what a glorious noise
I could make if I rubbed them together
as I laid on my back in farmhouse shadows.
Maybe after a while
a beautiful woman
who also had
cricket legs
would be attracted
and join me on the lawn.
Together,
the volume of our
glorious noise
would double,
we would be happy,
and she would
smile easily.
Our racket might very well disturb
people for several acres around,
and cause them
to gather up guns
and dogs to hunt us down
in order to silence us, but as they neared
we would SPRING INTO ACTION!
get up on our cricket legs,
and bound away
into a large field of tall, green, corn
where we would lie, keeping
our legs spread apart
for the sake of silence,
and, while prone that way,
we would quietly giggle
as I climbed on top of her
and we proceeded
to have sex,
as the people
urged their dogs to sniff
us out; dogs who
wouldn't really want to find us
because they'd consider us
too weird and creepy to behold, while
to the north
and south
of us, in these western lands,
pieces of the sun unwind
from the forests,
and pyrocumulus bloom.
as I listen to the cricket's
"cree cree
cree cree
cree cree"
I imagine myself with cricket legs
and what a glorious noise
I could make if I rubbed them together
as I lie on my back in farmhouse shadows.
Maybe after a while
a beautiful woman
who also had
cricket legs
would be attracted
and join me on the lawn.
Together,
the volume of the
glorious noise
would double,
and we would be happy
and she would
smile easily.
Our racket might very well disturb
the people for several acres around,
and cause them
to gather up guns
and dogs to hunt us down
in order to silence us, but as they neared
we would SPRING INTO ACTION!
get up on our cricket legs,
and bound away into perhaps
a large field of tall, green, corn
where we would lie, keeping
our legs spread apart
for the sake of silence,
and, while prone that way,
we would quietly giggle
as I climbed on top of her
and we proceeded
to have sex,
while the people
urged their dogs to sniff
us out, but the dogs
wouldn't really want to find us
because they'd consider us
too weird and creepy to behold, while
to the north
and south
of us, in these western lands,
pieces of the sun unwound
from the forests,
and pyrocumulus bloomed.
Draft 2:
~When Pyrocumulus Last In the Western Lands Bloomed~
This late summer evening
as I listen to the cricket's
"cree cree
cree cree
cree cree"
I imagine myself with cricket legs
and what a glorious noise
I could make if I rubbed them together
as I laid on my back in farmhouse shadows.
Maybe after a while
a beautiful woman
who also had
cricket legs
would be attracted
and join me on the lawn.
Together,
the volume of our
glorious noise
would double,
we would be happy,
and she would
smile easily.
Our racket might very well disturb
people for several acres around,
and cause them
to gather up guns
and dogs to hunt us down
in order to silence us, but as they neared
we would SPRING INTO ACTION!
get up on our cricket legs,
and bound away
into a large field of tall, green, corn
where we would lie, keeping
our legs spread apart
for the sake of silence,
and, while prone that way,
we would quietly giggle
as I climbed on top of her
and we proceeded
to have sex,
as the people
urged their dogs to sniff
us out; dogs who
wouldn't really want to find us
because they'd consider us
too weird and creepy to behold, while
to the north
and south
of us, in these western lands,
pieces of the sun unwind
from the forests,
and pyrocumulus bloom.