The Undulant Trees Who Am I? I am as I was. I am as I am. I am as I will be. I was an idiot, a fool, a road apple. Am I insane? Probably. Is holiness ahead? Ask God. Copyright 4-19-01 Brian Salchert --- Before Sleep A poem can start from anywhere: an ostrich, say: which does not mean it will from there be worth your stay; but then you could be languishing upon a rock for all the good a word-gift in your Christmas sock. * So if you find you're swaying in a web of sound, take pleasure in that playing where no spider's found; there ride with/ each new sudden lift the breezes cause; so let what/ variant meanings shift beyond the pause. Copyright 4/23-29/01 Brian Salchert ---
Banter Follow that word. What? Follow that word! Why? Aren't you curious about where it's going? Not really. Is it/ going to take me someplace important? --- Well? I have a scar on my brain. Sorry to hear that, but I'm not surprised. Copyright 5-1-01/7-19-04/11-17-06 Brian Arthur Salchert
A reflection/ which may not be true: I am the outsider's outsider. That is/ the way it is; so, that is the way it is. - Brian A. J. Salchert
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