"Poetry Is Soul's Mooning"

"Sliding Spreadeagled Into The Poetree"

and "Poetry's Bloated Bellies"

Poetry Is The Soul Of Eachother
( a.k.a. : "Poetry Is Soul's Mooning" )

Here are some poems. The titles are listed below- but I haven't figured out how to make it so you can click on the title and get right to that poem......so you'll have to scroll down...... a long way cause as you may have noticed I'm trying to make these pages REAL easy to read.

Oh, and by the way, please feel free to print up these poems, share them, enjoy them, for your personal use. By printing them here, I let them fly!

If you wish to publish any, especially for monetary gaination, y'all must have my permission, ey?
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Mahalo! (thank you)
3singingeagles Ma'hinahinahina Grady
May 28th 1999  :)
 
 
 
 

THESE TWENTY THREE POEMS ARE DEDICATED , LOVINGLY, TO THE DNA STRAND

1	Dubious Initiations
2	Drink The Wish
3	Two Scenes From The Postponed Apocalypse
4	His Fated Blue Color
5	Bebopping Child-Men
6	Cascade Jewel
7	The Hitchhikers
8	Someday
9	Rocking Chair Mama
10	Into Life's Weather, Hastily
11	Invitation
12	Her
13	Could You Love Crazy Woman?
14.	What I Don't Know
15.	Mirror Queen
16.	Come, Guitar
17	The Queen's Languid Days
18.	Bodhisattva Promise
19.	He Cares
20.	Loose And Ready
21.	Readying The Dance
22.	The Space Between Two Breaths
23.	SPLINTER VELOCITY

 

Dubious Initiations 

The pattern said to cut on the lines so they
Closed their eyes

"Let the force guide you Luke"
Said Yoda.

I read signs into everything
On that glorious morning
I settled into silence,as I had planned, but almost forgot

"What has happened to her? Something has happened to her
eyes.
They are so much deeper now! I didn't think they
Could GET any deeper and now

Maybe it's like
Why Presidents, Popes, Moses, age dramatically right after
they
become.
Right?

After they learn the secrets their ears
of authority must hear
and barely survive.
 

Drink The Wish

Feeling of stability
How many days
Have you dropped in like this
When I caught the corner of your smile

In my teacup I drank it

Can I make the wish mine by swallowing the eyelash? Hummmm? Can I?
 

Two Scenes From The Postponed Apocalypse

2.
Her sweet and heartfelt voice moved me
Truly angels are walking among us
The last supper has some tasty dessert at the end if you can get through it.
 

His Fated Blue Color

A caravan of nomads
Lined the highways of Light
Often his peaceful side
Revealed himself.

It was important for him to reveal a side of himself which was blue in color.
 

Bebopping Child-Men

People
Be bopped
In day

People
Hallucinated like
Oh- soldiers
Again

Roll in the
Hey!

Hey- what exactly is that "method" you are using to
(Try) and distract me from my
Luminescent Position!

Did you learn it
From a book
Lick the dust off
That will nourish

You
More than the words inside have
Seemed to do

Darling- I never thought you'd be
One to fall into one of those silly- nah- stupid traps

I thought you were one of those who knew how the Methoded World has evolved thus far I thought
Maybe you knew just how to smile and
Accused me of it.

"You need a man in the house" they all said

As they acted like Young Girls.
 

Cascade jewel

"So, how long, have you, tarried here?"
Said the strange passerby
Knarled hands and jaunty walk.

"As long as I did" she answers back.
The only possible completely true answer that could have been given.

Sometimes respectfully Worthy moments
Come in Patches
Sometimes they come
In luminous strings, like Christmas lights.

                 The Hitchhikers

On the back seat of my car the young faces bobbed up and down
My heart was happy just to see them there.
Though I did not see them much, drivin and makin smart ass comments
occasionally to the side with attitude like some benevolent old New York
City taxicab driver
An old salt full of stories.

One of the young fresh clean-shaved smiling faces introduced himself as
"God's Own Loving Singing Joy Child".

God's Own Loving Singing Joy Child sang occasionally, during times of
silence and driving, those little pockets where your mind goes
meandering-well-you don't know where-and

Man, that made my beautiful heart feel SO good
Oh,is it good OR WHAT
That there are us Singing Loving God Children
Still alive, here and there,
Quietly defending our own extinction, like peaceful warriors in the
bleachers quietly watching the drama and occasionally saying an
under breathed liturgy, only when needed, coolness counts,

Not alerting anyone to our plight,
Not asking for endangered species protection, we ride here together,
sometimes,
We find each other, maybe by chance,
A synchronous stopover in two nearby trees plus some alerting thing done
by one of us,
Song, Showy flap of wing,
(When flying alone and practicing alert-caution / camoflague behavior?)
Statistically, having these circumstances all together
Factor in the amount of surface area of the earth
Then, also, number of us still existing on the planet.

Thanks for sharing this rare event with me.
 
 

SOMEDAY

She prepared for her Love
In the best way she knew how.

Breathing.
 

Opening up the door,
Her smile beamed so bright at him that the light that passed on either side of his face,
brushing over his ears,
hairs,
shoulders,
went all the way to The Mountain behind him,
lighting it in a nanosecond flash that

Was observed even by the sea fish.
 

Opening up her heart
And her arms
She greeted her lover
As if she had almost
Stopped breathing
And he was the oxygen mask.

She pressed him against her mouth
And inhaled.
 

 Rocking Chair Mama

She tore at the hair on the tattered carpet-bag of her dreams.

She lit up her pipe and graded the sunset.

Worthy reds I think.

And why not rock hardly on that old rocking chair?

Cheap thrills are hard to come by at your age.
 

Into Life's Weather,Hastily

Pen after pen after pen after pen after pen after pen after pen after pen

Out
With the old
Time for the new again!

Oh friend,
Oh friend,
Oh friend!
(nestle) in my arms
I have
Ridden----------with you--------
Combine every satisfaction
You could dream of and
Still come up short

"Over accomplish" they cried
"Submit often" and still
"Nothing is insignificant" and also
"Peace is preferable to Nihil" and-----------

Ridden--------------- the small horse-------- fleet and sure darts through brush easily
holds my small frame and not 12 pennies to my name form that
holds twilight. I need no money to hold Twilight.
I need no pence. I crave not dinars or bullion as sweet recompense.
I only salute daylight, dawn, twilight, anniversaries, sudden breezes, every time the earth
moves.

Twilight recorded my bare horse & barely
I go off singing rowdy, probably drunk on meadow mushrooms and
I've taken unholy vows in jest and
Begged, successfully, the Performer's defense
Nasty spirits have a "wicked sense of humor"
That's why high level druids
Had to become bards!

"It was just in play it was

Jest in Jest it was

Superseded by
2nd best
All our lives we have
Laid undressed
Leaving the window open a crack
Feeling the weather coming in and tasting our naked soft smooth flesh, as we lay prone and
exposed.
and not able, at least- with ease"

To get up and go out into the weather? Experience it fully?
 

Go Hastily!
 
 

Invitation

Walk the careful tightrope
Nowhere has the piece come

The lace gown ripped
Under his clever fingernails
You would lose control
You've never experienced an animal woman like her
Never in your life.
This time around.
Who could have prepared you

To be burned alive?

The fire stayed a respectable distance away

From your shining self
But you couldn't hang back.

Can the moth?
 

HER

Clean water cascades down
The walls, we are ready to
Lose our comforted shelters
And that's as it should be cause
We're gonna LOSE THEM anyway,
And,
Boy what messes we'd be if we hadn't become
Prepared- for it's
      stark and naked
      Beauty.

Call me to the contest from across the sea
Periodically, I will go.

Her shoes flew across the counter
And, in getting wet, she expected something but wasn't sure what
Took her keys out of her purse
Laid them on the night stand,
Sitting she unfurled the hoop-art design
Of her dreams and he
Had anticipatory saliva on his lips.

She had cleaned herself thoroughly, with scouring powder even, so her
grain would show
And she'd know at once if he was disgusted or enthralled by
The tree-ring like pattern of her scars.
Things happen over time, you know.

Part II

Things that are quite
Magical in nature,
Things that you didn't expect.

"Take my hand" she begged,
and how could anyone say no,
To beautiful shining eyes
With a hint of occasional wetness.

Her.
 

Could You Love CrazyWoman?

 What I Don't Know

How many Dakota sunsets
Can fit on the head of a pin
Is the amount I don't know
Either Zero, or infinity?

            Mirror Queen

Spiritual Queen
Of the Hawaiian Islands
Who are you to
Close your hand
Over my mouth

I am

As close as your own heartbeat.
 

I spread Aloha
Like butter on crackers
You begged to differ
You know, you get like that, sometimes. Really.

Because my mirror was wide
I prayed with my
Hands
 

"Comeon in" I say- here-
Sit down in the foyer a moment and wait
I didn't know you were
Coming
I just need to clean my mirror real quickly

Come, Guitar

I want a
Guitar that
Will fit with
My body like
A Kama-sutric
Lover.

The Queens Languid Days

And so the Queen reclines back on her pillows, expecting a sermon and recieving silence interspersed with tunes played by the wind on banana leaves.
Discounted items attract her attention.
 Is exactly what I want REALLY on sale?
She smiles.

Life is very simple these days for her Elegant Highness

Bodhisattva Promise

Open up the pentacles
They've come again,
The Bodhisattvas,
Sand paintings askew.

He Cares

I started writing a poem
About the stars once
There was an open encyclopedia
In my mind
On that day.

DON'T DEHYDRATE!
(He said to me too soft to really hear)
I love you and
I want you around
As long as I CAN HAVE YOU !!!

Loose And Ready

Under the arch
Of a sky of Gold
They said it was so good
The aching you know-
Where have you been all this time
Queenie
I'm looking for your
Protocol.

My protocol's
Not home at the moment
You can leave a message.

Readying The Dance

The lion dance
Came and
I was
Mostly grateful.

I wore my pajamas to the dinner party.

I was ready for the
Lover.

The Space Between Two Breaths

Why didn't I realize
His face would be so beautiful

Hope on the tongue of fire, waiting.

SPLINTER VELOCITY

Woah! It's a shock to
Your nervous system

Just to see the sky

Just to observe a tree.
 

I've chopped at my consciousness

And in it's splinters--- have seen the forming of the universe
How can that happen so securely
And still with such
Velocity?

More to come :)
 

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Sliding Spreadeagled Into The Poetree

Archival Strands

The wind was attracted to her hair
Close- it wants to put its fingers in her hair
It's WET fingers it wants to suck her hair
Take it's touch and put it into
The ancient
            archives.

Clam

Open up
Or close cause
The clam has come.

Would?

Since he was already infatuated with her he thinks
How do I tell her that
I want to breathe her in? How?

He paced back and forth
In the corner of his mind
Hoping to find some way to get next to her.

Would she love me I
Feel her watching me
Does she want
To roll into my bed
Would she be one
To relax my troubled heart
To make it so I could
Glow again?

And would it be hard to look at each other again without smiling?
Would it?
Would?

Fools Get Jokes

I do believe someone cried the other day
But I wasn't ready
I told them I was complex
But they were judgmental regarding superficials and so......

In the morning I opened my eyes and tried to roll backwards

The joke was on me.

Morning Pancakes

She came without a reason for cleaving. He hollered "syrup for them pancakes darlin' (?) but
She cood'hint hair him.

"May I reach for you" he offered "Please (?)"
"Okay, fawn-bait.
Comeon.
MAKE MY DAY."

Missed Me Baby?

Was I someone
You could have wished for,
Maybe,
On a star,
On a daydream,
For a moment,
All over town,
On the sidelines,
In my hair
Do you like it there
Darling does it make you,
Satisfied?

I Was Lucky Enough To Memorize That Melody

I sat against the tree,
(flower bedecked),
and someone fell in love with me right then,
right there.

So I opened my impatience
Like a file on my hard drive
With just a LITTLE hesitation.

I had so many folders full of hopes
I wasn't quite sure what to do with them
But, I must say, you look beautiful, in the sunlight.

I love you.

You're Adrift Again!

Soooooo.....??.........

You thought the saga was over
Beowulf you thought that the
String of the continuum would be----------

Rent aside by your attitude
Scared away by your shadow
Lost at sea, once again,like before, adrift my dear, adrift my darling, aren't cha?
Aren't cha

MORE

So many pages of my life challenged.

Why am I not happy anymore

A blue sadness, over me, has come, how does one
Leave behind this much sadness?

send me to stonerland
Put me in that
frame of consciousness

Take me to the river again

The river that flows, all around me

Teach me the hidden languages

I have all I can handle and more

You In The Sun

Your piece of sunshine
was my carpet-
just yesterday-
It was-

I met you.

The eclyptical dimensions
were way beyond free floating I
Was so happy
About it I could
Hardly contain my own
Imperfect
Enthusiasm.

Defrag Your Mind

A moment to write
Just one, fleeting moment
It raised the day
It raised the dead
It flattened out, calm, like it did over the expanse of ten million years

The old boy/ young man
Hung himself from
His own broken heart.

Will he ever open that tender crevice again?

Horse Sense

There was a certain time, in autumn,
When she would start to feel lonely.

As winter deepened, so would she.
Horse would roam the wild vale and she would too
Maybe I'll be a miracle.
Have I lost all of my mind?
She pondered while the horses winked, twinkle in their eyes.

Her eyes?

Woah.

Of The Earth

My morning pages lit up the skies like a thousand balloons.

My heart was warm and happy, but not too surprised.

I thought I had fixed everything. I thought I had finally corrected all the
Programs in my life.
Crying aloud, I (should I have?) faltered.

Then, suddenly, The Conscious Realization that there was nothing of the earth that was poison to me, truly.

I Am Of The Earth
Earth Is Of The Stars

Oh yeah.
That's right.
I am.
We are.
Wow- feeling like petroglyphs
Feeling like starlight
Home is where the ART is so

Keep on keepin' on
Ey?

One Early Morning

I ate stardust chased down with Chamomile- Raspberry leaf tea for breakfast
As if I were pregnant in the warm morning
And in my stomach needed to be
Soothingly infused with
All the knowledge
That it could be
Infused with.

She rolled out of bed
Finding jelly rolls very generously displayed
All her cronies were happy
They all frolicked
Rejoicing in her
Reindeer games.

Maiden

How many times have I
Heard your name

Called softly by

Leaves of local trees

They like you, Mistress

They like you very very

Much!
 

Maiden......... uh......... (?)
 

Yes, I was a maiden again
Briefly

WIDE OPEN

I tracked the moon
I found the star- charts you
open my world
Wide up again.

How many times have you wondered
How many times have you wandered
 

How many times,
Mighty hunter?
Cross this land.
Cross this land.

How many hearts lay a bleedin
How many hearts lay
A' sighin

Tell My Secret!

Everyone flew like
Butterflies a' breezin and if
Anyone told my secret,
Would I,
dance with it, in the wind,
warm wind?

Again, With Us!

Sing
Play your heart like Nero's fiddle

Laugh and not cares who thinks what
    Let you hair grow
    Or cut it
    Let your nails grow
    And/or paint em'
Hey- don't try editing that
Long and lonely list
That you have there.

I've been there
On the edge of
On the brink of
Blue- the cobwebs hang
Nobody spins cause
Like camels, caution
Laughs at stoplights
I

"Laugh in your general direction" he claimed,
I knew he didn't
But I let him get away with the claim
For comfort's sake,
Well,

For his sake, for,
truly,
I ADORED him.

Sometimes we meet people,
In life,
That we think we had made a promise to,
Somewhere,
And,
In that,
We,
Somehow,

Sighed.

Long AND languid. OH yeah!

Merlin's Old Lady

A woman goes home
Alone- to her little home
Well, medium sized and
Well, soon, her noisy roommates arrive but
Though they are her children,
And she must take at least some (minimal) care of them
She sits in her silent room
Wondering if she could
Drink some tea.

Merlin healed his future (past?) lover in the desert and then,
left for,
countries unknown.

Pawn Shop Trip

Dolphins leaped for the journey.
I wondered if it was okay-
I pawned off all my previous thoughts.
They gave me a good price for them.

Chameleon

There's something I really love about those little lizards

Those ANOLE- Oh, yes, I know, you protest loudly that they're
NOT TRUE CHAMELEONS
Something I knew
That doesn't lessen my love or interest for them
Though it DOES make me wonder
Why you shout so much.

They gravitated towards her
Cause they saw her as the Chameleon
Yet as soon as they were in her presence
They tried to change that.

Guiding Grace On The Storm Crust

WILL you recover your artist's soul?
WILL you find a (only slightly) obscure passage somewhere that will remind you?
Hum?
And will you breathe aloud,
sighing at your dreams?
He hoped.-
I could trust you, couldn't I?
Yes. With your life.
With my heart.
Definitely. Trust me to make it beat in rhythms it never has before.
Trust me to make it vibrate with its incredible power.
That's what it's there fore.
You.

Will it hurt,
These new heart rhythms,
This erratic,
forbidden really,
manipulation of my heart that you're doing?

Oh yes.
Oh yes.
But just for awhile,
As the muscles newly used,
Some first used,
Become nimble in my hands and
Full of guiding grace on the storm-crust.

Comments? E-mail me :) 3singingeagles  :)

Feel free to print up, send, share all these poems, for your personal use and/or enjoyment. They are hereby released. The only exception is if you plan to publish them. Then, you want my permission. REALLY you do! Dating myself, I warn: "Don't Fool Mother Nature!"

Love,
       3singingeagles Ma'hinahinahina Grady   May 6th 1999  :)

Poetry's Bloated Bellies

These poems may be freely reproduced for personal use. If you wish to publish them, or use them to make money (MUSH! you stubborn poem, I SAID-----MUSH! These furs need tuh be at the tradin'' post by noontide or I taint' tuh git a faire price fur'em! MUSH!)
But seriously, really, ask permission, it's the NICE thing to do, and don't we all want to be SO NICEY NICE like we're hypnotized into till they draft us and/or make us corporate executives?

        Love, 3singingeagles Ma'hinahinahina Grady
        5/31/99  :)
       singingeagles3@hotmail.com
 

Treaded Again

My retread  option
Did not expire

Instead, it took centuries
To create an artist's realm
Some sense was knocked into the cave-dweller tribes

We studied hard -praying for existence
"I don't know about this"
All the people called
From across the water

"Make love with me" I begged
Myriad times- till finally
I lost all interest.

Empty Frames

I lost my nerve that tender night.
Did I leave you?
Maybe.

Your feathers were in the wind
Occasionally, for no reason
Someone took their integrity and put it in a basket

"Boy, it looks good in there" he said
Aloud. "real good."
"Did I mention that your dream of me is uncertain?"

I spent money on ink and ribbons but
They took my comments as an aside, instead of a fact
Oh- you guys- what IS it
Do you wish to carry me again?
Like yesterday?
Like before?
Like I was BORN to sigh?
Born?
 

You know what you must do
To
The Empty Frames.

Across The Podiumed Chasm

God, what is WITH him, his Tender Heart
So sad, his eyes,
In front of the lecture hall.
You can see, fresh ocean breezes, ones that had quite recently brushed the heads of
Swimming Humpback males in heat
Play through his hair
In his mind
As he stands there.

The song of those males is plaintive.

Her long flowing flowered coat was hard to miss
Her style- well- WOAH
How could she stand outside
And make the wind fondle her like that
In public and all
How?

It whips her, the amplification
Of his roomed breeze
It stuck out from the podiumed place,
Took a right at the end of the foyer
Building artery
Found the doors
And, seeking, her, and,
Feeling it coming towards her from behind
She looked, briefly, slyly, over her shoulder, and whispered,
    "I want your full power

    When you touch me."

How could she stand
Outside
And make the wind fondle her like that?

Moby's Taunt

There are no questions now
I've lost my mind, hoping
Do not lose my kisses

The Dick taunts Ahab, white
"Go away", Devil Dick Says
Starbuck, conservative,thinking, many
Wild bones in HIS body too
But

A wife, a home, warm, to enjoy, upon returning, warm.

Hello, lovely environment
Everything shifted
Towards the polar,
"Noonday" sun.

HUNGRY

If I make myself smell like food:
Vanilla, coconut, almond,
Being my favorite flavors,
Does that mean,
I'm trying to attract,
A HUNGRY man?

Death

One of her favorite games was lying in the
Sand and pretending that
She was a Starfish.

Rough Beginning

Time to start all kinesuh interesting things today
When stars get flung and crazy crows call from tree to tree
Are you there? I was insincere.
I am no better and/or worse
Than anyone else.
My daydreams are in reality
not mine.
I can put the word "daydreams" and the phrase "in reality" into the same sentence
I can misspell sentance
(Did I? Really?)
(Possibly, and you may have also misspelled mispell) (more than once now)

Dirty Dancing

Bring your dancing shoes
If you dare
Check the schedule out
With minimal care
Always the shovel
The rototiller the
Butt end of the
Fraternity paddle.

Feline Feelings

Always in our lover
We disappear
Drawing ever
Our own souls near
Call our hearts and
Erase our fears
Our eyes have yet to see eachother, yet,
OH MI GOD I know
Me.
Meyou.
Meow.
Wow.

What Pele Gives

Our heart was wide
It was spacious like the sun
I have called for you, Pele,
I have called your name &
I believe that you have
Called me

Back.
From the end.
From the beginning.
From the cradle.
From the grave.
From the illusion.
From the reason.
From the reckoning.
From.

Owl Thoughts

(Now that you know that you are real)
Now you know, now you know,
Now you know what shows, showers, personifiers, openers,
Closers, hope inducers, Asylumers,
Pissers, laughers,
Why not, more variety you say? Where
Are my varied words?
The thesaurus of my soul?
Where?

Where are the extra original
Thoughts? Where? Are they near?
Will they come when I beckon
Them? Will they? My friends?
My dearest friends? Will owls
Congregate, convene, gather, There? Will
They be as bold as me?
really? Really? Promise babe? Promise?
K.

Bad Luck With Men

What is it
With the man torture
Bring them near then
YANK them away what's with

The strange non-change of fortunes
WAITING for 1/17/99
Is THAT more balanced?
Is every DAY a winding road like Cheryl claims? Is it?

I painted out loud and
The numbers were clear
My smile it stretched
From ear to ear, to ear grinning
Cheshire, you've chosen pain,
What is that- really-
All over- again? What?
 

Unglue the egg-parasite
With almond and alcohol with
Hopes it'll work this time

Release- relax- they say
Hoping you'll just let them fuck you, face pressed down into anonymity, beautiful tender ass raised slightly, exposed
And then leave quickly when they're done.

Your Plannular Destinations

Where did all your grandiose plans go, the

Sorting out your life plans
The

Sew not replace plans

Do I have a strange history? Everyone wondered.
Muse! It's okay.
Right. Can hardly move my mouth. Like I'm gonna move my feet.
As if.

But she brought a small blanket and
Planned to sit near,
The sweet fire

Tans can be subtle
Watch out for falling
Debris. (me)

Running With The Packs

Today I shall write in purple
They said- because of audacity

I rose, once again, to the public, eye,
Did you run with the science freaks were
You, once, a science geek

Was everyone afraid of living close to my
Edge- I guess
(Woah) he ran with
Wolf packs!

I saw my beloved in
The shadows and wanted to tear the
Thick velvet heavy theater curtains down.
 

That Smell

I love the smell of ti leaf juice on my body

The fallen have known, like me- us. WE have known

That comfort, earth smell

Dark rich and real.

White Muse's Morn

I wrote my best poetry
White muses sat with me, drinking,

Morning coffee.

What Would We Do With Our Love, Anyway?

An opening formed in the clouds for me that morning
The precise time wasn't exactly important
Well- not to ME to scientists lofty precise entombed in statistics perhaps
The sleazy man left my side
I was happy he had finally
Come home.

Is this your first
Poking in a long time

Oh yeah- oh yes- a very- long time

And you're not even
Drunk!

This is good-
That someone could want me when they're

Not inebriated.
 

It's gone so far with you my beloved
I'm thinking of her death
How you'd stick by her as she died and
How I'd comfort you
As soon as
Possible.

When I think hard of being with you I realize how totally stupid/dumb/foolish I'm
Being! What would we do with each other once we got a hold of each other?
Oh. God. Only knows.

Shut Him Out

Tear up the unwelcomed letter
Festering in your heart

Open, sunrise

Open, sesame

Your hopeful charms

Have lasted long enough
Now.

Shipboard Fantasy

I didn't want to admit
I love your many moods
Cause SOME of them- oh god- so dark-
I could sail on the sea with you two men
We COULD be lovers.

All Night Lei

I slept with my lei on

The juice soaked into me
Oh! My God! Now I'll never stop smelling sacred!

Magic Mind Flowers

Give yourself a bed and
A cushion for your head just
A reason to survive (all the)
Changing that goes on round here.

Someone opened emptied up a pouch

"Take it away from me- yellow flower"

I replied

Slowly,

Dreaming.

I opened up my mind again
Toothpaste ruled the day
We could have done an independent study
Huddlin' round
Our mind campfire.

She thought she was lucky, They thought
She had 10,000 years of dreaming.

"I don't think I've ever played that game"
She (guessed) insisted

Late For Pleasing Father?

Burnt coffee cause I had
3:20 AM hopes
Now,     Geography on time
AND literary journal submissions too-
Will be a challenge few

Would bother with, will bother with,
Come-on boys- show my
Father that I am worth
His adoration. Or not. He
must. Know I am. Or else.

He wouldn't. Dream simple and loud.

Vacuum World

I exited my reading by thinking about the sunrise

And I was there- just was- oh God- the Amplitude modulation of it the
Humanity of it for a moment
I thought I saw my
Shadow- before rememb'ring
That I was in a vacuum once again
Grasping
For straws

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