New Dirt


Sounds like the continuation
of a hot rumor between two old
crones desperate for stimulation.
Old dirt sounds like old business,
valid as uneventful memories.
Before old dirt there was older dirt. The
stars served as the proofs. So, if I should die
after falling asleep, may the Dirt-Gods
take me to dirt heaven to live among
dirt angels.


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LOL Dirty Angels ... Interesting thoughts nicely worded




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The Dirt That Clings

supposedly or mythically fashioned from clay - we return to it and become ash or a pile of chemicals. The hope is that in "heaven" there is something of earth there, something dirt covered and angels work for me. Not negative and bad, just clayed. :D