Bruce Bond Poems
|3.||Confessions Of A Music Box||7/5/2014|
|4.||Elegy For Tim Buckley||7/5/2014|
|5.||Empire Of Light||7/5/2014|
|6.||My Death Space Dot Com||7/5/2014|
|11.||The Ghost Of Weather||7/5/2014|
Comments about Bruce Bond
If you are going there by foot, prepare
to get wet. You are not you anymore.
You are a girl standing in a pool
of clouds as they catch fire in the distance.
There are laws of heaven and those of place
and those who see the sky in the water,
angels in ashes that are the delta's now.
They say if you sweep the trash from your house
after dark, you sweep away your luck.
If you are going by foot, bring a stick,
a third leg, and honor the great disorder,
the great broom of waterfowl and songbirds.
Prepare to voodoo your way, best you can,