something simple like the color of your son
or eyes, mine yellow, like fever high at none
heat "creep"s like tlc from above
who knew id be a "legend", days of fame and fun
like will smith alone in a city of one
"no more i love you's", annie said it best
swim through thick red syrup, clear white liquid, now rest
underwater, like ghost, invisible like hosts
of that virus. to think its just me under that suit
frontal lobe agrees, futile heart is ruth-
less, or ruth-more, either way this song's a toast
to maybe yes and maybe no- he loves me right, i love me most
'it's a girl'
(She will be your queen-
A Princess her daughter.)
Your spirit
Flows back and forth
up and down
in and out
as Her lungs rise and collapse
open and close
But what happens in that moment in between?
Before the collapse, after the rise-
Are you alone in this thought?
What matters now is to keep Breathing into those corners of Her earth
Although Her earth is corner-less
Her earth is a labyrinth
Of immortal mockingbird song
That move Her river's flow
What became of your love?
That hardening brown mud you dug up from the backyard-
You Plead! with time, to hold still- before it dries.
The world is bigger now than ever and it's rotation makes your head spin.
Catching up with time is possible only by counting Her rhythmic breath
Modest rhythm like Mount Sinai
A golden calf will never lead her astray.
She will be moved by the sky's treasure
She will sit atop the modest mountain conducting silver lightening with thundering strength.
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something simple like the color of your son
or eyes, mine yellow, like fever high at none
heat "creep"s like tlc from above
who knew id be a "legend", days of fame and fun
like will smith alone in a city of one
"no more i love you's", annie said it best
swim through thick red syrup, clear white liquid, now rest
underwater, like ghost, invisible like hosts
of that virus. to think its just me under that suit
frontal lobe agrees, futile heart is ruth-
less, or ruth-more, either way this song's a toast
to maybe yes and maybe no- he loves me right, i love me most.
hold the poetry
i like my prose black and rosy
'pleurosis'
she said
but all he heard was blue roses
show me that voice
loud and clear like moses
with a set of ten commandments
take two with your food
before bed and when
sleep wakes you up
with dry tears as you fuss
asleep like a baby
with a lemon rhine twist
in your third eye one wish
to shake your glass ribs like a martini
get drunk and dizzy like gillespie
until dawn you are whoever
whatever is your pleasure
beutiful how an indian man wraps a teabag around a spoon
beautiful how a cup of tea changes colors with someone's touch
beautiful how an itallian man with a frizzy ponytail leaves a german bakery, exchanging accents with a man about the 'futbol' match
beautiful how i live my life by the clock- breathe by the clock, eat, sleep. so predictable- a disruption ends in a waking nightmare
beautiful are opposites- like the quiet of a noisy place
beautiful how 58 rupees buys me a knights armor against mosquitos
beautiful how a man and a woman know how to catch the other's eye
beautiful how maroon soothes
beautiful how i and only i can hear you humming from across the table.
'it's a girl'
(She will be your queen-
A Princess her daughter.)
Your spirit
Flows back and forth
up and down
in and out
as Her lungs rise and collapse
open and close
But what happens in that moment in between?
Before the collapse, after the rise-
Are you alone in this thought?
What matters now is to keep Breathing into those corners of Her earth
Although Her earth is corner-less
Her earth is a labyrinth
Of immortal mockingbird song
That move Her river's flow
What became of your love?
That hardening brown mud you dug up from the backyard-
You Plead! with time, to hold still- before it dries.
The world is bigger now than ever and it's rotation makes your head spin.
Catching up with time is possible only by counting Her rhythmic breath
Modest rhythm like Mount Sinai
A golden calf will never lead her astray.
She will be moved by the sky's treasure
She will sit atop the modest mountain conducting silver lightening with thundering strength.
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