Not seen since the sixties -
I discover sack dresses today

past breasts and hips it

Eyes dry as paper,
trying not to panic,
the key was her body.
A hand, just matter
what she

I walked the thorny primrose path/
Through the meandering maze/
Here I come upon the stone/
Of a

Where I touch, you, where I lay you upon a hard wooden surface
Roll up a fifty, fuck I'm not that

A cow is missing time to hunt it down
Search all over the farm to find it
Where could it be hiding

Farm
Cows out
Fix the fence
Cows to put back
Work

This healthiness bemuses me 
A faux and fallen cry
Such emptiness confuses me 
I ache and wonder

Walk with the dreamers, the planners
the spirited, the doers and schemers,
knowers who wade

During my living
My melodic dream I longed for
Sprouted in me
The nature of the self-appraisal