he throws fierce tin cans
at half silhouettes
whilst i press on
with tough-soft kindness
dancing with words
missing the paper
in unselfconscious times
energy creates
energy is a dirty lip
energy is not a dirty lip
animated half-truths
in an admired journal
by mary ann blinkhorn
mypenandme 
Reminds me of the poetry in those beatnik cafes of the 50’s and 60’s. Very spontaneous and cryptic.
Thanks, Laurie. What a lovely compliment.
You’re always welcome Mary Ann.
missing the paper … oops.
blessings ~ maxi
I don’t always get things down.
I find it “hard to define”… a very mysterious poem. I like its rhythm though.
Thanks.
fab
Thanks. 🙂
Bluesy sax in background…
I love the sax.