Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Field of Dreams


Wires are short circuiting.
Intolerance surrounds the field and sparks fly.
Two birds sitting the line pay the price for the past, lose themselves and die.

5 comments:

marquisdgore said...

Different kind of moods for you recently.
Have you changed medications, or does all that rain have an effect on you?

Not bad, just different than usual.

Bob said...

Interesting. . . I like going deep.

La Roo said...

Marquis- I'm well rounded, the good, the bad and the ugly.

Bob, yeah I bet. :)

Crash said...

sigh ... I dunno about the ethereal, or even the artistic, BUT!, I'd love to be in a position to have a laugh with you and yours and share the absurdity of misunderstanding, self awareness and vulnerability [mixed with a pinch of neurotic desires of belonging], which would leave us all sitting round a table, slightly drunk, perhaps a little stoned, maybe depressed - but very cuddly - the best times of all. hugs and cuddles from me and mine ...

La Roo said...

Crash-I love your way with words. It makes me laugh. You summed it all up quite well. Would be great fun to spill the beans with you and yours. Sounds like we'd hit it off.