Comments on: in this blind heaven http://www.ricwilliams.com/?p=346 None of this ever happened & it's all true. The art & poetry of Richard Lance Williams. Mon, 08 Feb 2010 14:56:40 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.9 hourly 1 By: gary kent http://www.ricwilliams.com/?p=346&cpage=1#comment-5865 gary kent Wed, 12 Dec 2007 03:24:40 +0000 http://www.ricwilliams.com/?p=346#comment-5865 Ahh...this is so good. What imagery...and how though provoking...and better yet, all you have to do is absorb the words...let them fill you as they will and you will understand. I love it, Ric. Ahh…this is so good. What imagery…and how though provoking…and better yet, all you have to do is absorb the words…let them fill you as they will and you will understand. I love it, Ric.

]]> By: Kesey Seven http://www.ricwilliams.com/?p=346&cpage=1#comment-5695 Kesey Seven Thu, 06 Dec 2007 03:11:39 +0000 http://www.ricwilliams.com/?p=346#comment-5695 the sun rises teal facing south he crosses three creeks near the YMCA why does it hurt the lost man asks he forgets that lennon says you're just a human a victim of the insane i am lost he replies eat a fresh apple off a serpentine tree i don't understand what you mean but here's what he said sure is hot, have a swig of clichés and drink deep a question of deprivations how it feels to be in a hole and not realize you're digging her scissors cut & the something that is hot falls away to the floor like her G-string when she smiles and steps out of it (sorry, lost it there) but the happy hunting ground is a nice story for oblivion face dance with three dimensional faces one hers one mine one yours he knows what it is like to be on a path chilly at all times but colder when he walks along the creek just below the garden mesa where foxes peek out of tight holes in her luxuriant garden how she said: this is the byzantine end and he said no it ended long ago i've just been waiting for the word pines trees lose their needles year around brown pads the ground but the pines are green even in the dead of winter Kesey Seven, december 05, 2007 tight holes in her luxuriant garden the sun rises teal
facing south he crosses
three creeks near the YMCA

why does it hurt the lost man asks
he forgets that lennon says
you’re just a human a victim of the insane

i am lost he replies
eat a fresh apple
off a serpentine tree

i don’t understand what you mean
but here’s what he said
sure is hot, have a swig of clichés and drink deep

a question of deprivations
how it feels to be in a hole
and not realize you’re digging

her scissors cut & the something that is hot
falls away to the floor
like her G-string when she smiles
and steps out of it

(sorry, lost it there)

but
the happy hunting ground
is a nice story for oblivion

face dance
with three dimensional faces
one hers
one mine
one yours

he knows what it is like to be on a path
chilly at all times
but colder when he walks along the creek
just below the garden mesa
where foxes peek out of
tight holes in her luxuriant garden

how she said:
this is the byzantine end
and he said
no
it ended long ago
i’ve just been waiting for the word

pines trees
lose their needles
year around
brown pads the ground
but the pines are green
even in the dead of winter

Kesey Seven, december 05, 2007 tight holes in her luxuriant garden

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