snow falls in the 'qua

"more poetry for you tonight, folks," d. spoke into the microphone. He had been feeling the creative inspiration of late. As time past he could become more objective about his emotional reality thereby seeing more which gave his writing more depth. snow falls in the 'qua...faint whiffs of barely seen flakes felt against flesh smoking in the midnite moon...

orion stretches his bow as I think how we are all in the hunt...

Bill was on from the 'qua on a heavy political discussion about the intersection of culture and politics...

the forum was the kennedy school of politics in honor of jfk jr...

they were lauding him for being so foresighted...

it made me want to puke...

anyone with those connections could be easily foresighted...

how cush to have your opinions listened to with all the financial muscle to back it up...

then came ken auletta and a bunch of other heavies at another forum this one on why the media isn't trusted...

if they could see their karma they wouldn't have to ask that question...

still, the cigarette went down smooth as thoughts of personal glory past me...

and the reflection of the faded ghosts of thanksgiving pasts and the different selfs I have been...

there is in the still moment of the midnite 'qua...I could feel it...the old power rising up from the quiet movie set below...the ol' indian magic that comes out to play at night when the current naticves have gone to to sleep...