Picnic at Owl CreekGwen asked me to a picnic - above the abandoned Owl Creek BridgePicnic at Owl Creek
So I packet her a basket - folded a blanket for the sod
Over the gap and on the beam - she said dive in and skinny the dip
The water below looked fresh -you go first she said I'll be right behind
Gwen dove in behind - and we frolicked in the river
For a short time we played - our parts immodest unbridled
When it came time to leave- I sunk under the current rinsed one last time
Emerged Gwen out of sight -I found her near the bridge Eating our
Drunken Saddle RideBrenna on his crotch in a drunken saddle ride talking to him with Marlboro breathDrunken Saddle Ride
His back on the sod - blades to blades Wishing it was five years ago
What would do - Brenna asks What would you try - Brenna asks
Knob Creek is not far from his mind Too distant to intervene on lucidity
Brenna wants to know now She wants to try
He answers without speaking He answers without grinding
No tent is going to be staked on the lawn this August night
No shelter for the girl above Beyond the roof a few feet away
Verde CafeVerde Cafe Madrid evening ceramic slips over moist lip a warming rush comes quietlyVerde Cafe
... that's all I got. Three lines. They seem so promising, but I don't know where they are heading. I think I'll call it done and let you all decide who's drinking in Spain, and what he or she is thinking about.
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Eric Daoust Photographer
Gallery: [link]
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If u check out my gallery you rock my world
Dearies of mine it's a HUGE world and the bugs and trees get magnified 1000 times
I don't know if that's better or worse than digital cameras these days
~Emotional-Writings ~i--rock ~ invisible-inc
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