Music plays in myhead
Can see music cuz can'tread
Blood-shot eyes are blue
I see royalty when I'm wit you
Phantom heart
meaded at burst
Platted heart
at the upmost
MUSIC PLACED HEART SILENTS
Mine ears are on a diet
7/26/23
Written words James Edward Lee Sr.©2023
Chogadella, chogadella
gleef a finkle, fangle doo
Sanking froth a wank forchella
bleetting hist la trencheled sloo
Calibali, spork n’ mally
jopelwanker deef walore
Ectaglancy, fallet plantsy
untwotopa feething glore
Mannyouopo, slifered glupoe
dangelation, clastig blaye
Homertempor gleeving sempor
happystead youngstuckers kaye
Gurf-a platted, lumbar chated
cheeperbrest du mingle bee
Chogadella, chogadella,
made up words for poetry
Family Plot
David J Walker
Grandfathers
Grandmothers
Sisters and brothers
Fathers and mothers
Lay beneath the covers of
Grasses and flowers
In parks platted for the souls
Of bygone times
The roles once played between the
Clocks eternal chimes now
Call to the stones growing at the head
Naming names
Telling the tales
Of the dead hours
Decorated in drying flowers
For the dying mourners
Of annual visits
Don’t fidget
mother whispers softly
As I mention her in my prayers
The words are swirling today. They are gleeful and happy and kind-feeling.
I am lying in a little stupor after taking a sleeping pill that knocked me out for ten hours.
And I am watching the words whirling and curling and floating ever so gently in a cloud formation,
Not so high that I cannot reach them, for I can. I smile at them, knowing they can be used for fun.
They can cajole,
They can tease,
They can delight,
They can irritate,
They can play,
They can exude serious,
They can teach, torment, and terrify.
Words, glorious words, in the hands of writers, poets, singers, and dreamers.
Wow!
How wonderful, thrilling, and toe-curling!
I stretch my toes, my feet, get a charley horse.
Ow! Ow! Ow!
Jump out of bed, make myself a fat, happy, roast beef sandwich, snag a bag of chips and an ice tea.
Run outside to feed Shark, the cat, who lives out there in a cozy, covered, hot-platted igloo,
And sit down at this typewriter.
Where to start?
How about now!
Warbling otters never fly in pans. So be mindful when taking oneself on an extended journey to the never ever. Bats can be great fortesses. Fodder for god. Wow. Swoosh. How quite ridiculous an arrow in a pointed hat. How nonsensical. And whimsical. Wimpy orifices then in a geranium moon beam. Pointless picking a platted plant in a midnight caress. Oh how tangible the lucid aura of a booming bass bin. Tripping out a tide. Tangible elephant tusks. Well,they're out to take a bead. A bead of thought. Of progress. Oh how and wow the spinning Catherine wheel takes in the flame. X diaphragm of a candle. Spin spin spin then spun. Ah good now have a rest on a plastic tyre. No restriction. No laws in a layered outfit of leaves fur and fauna. Radiating. Radios. Radical. Radioactive radiant radishes. Xx Xeon xi. *** City centre clapping *** orbited ornately xx hahahaha xx xx I like the aroma of bean sprouts in a morning pan *** panoramic *** z
Illusion
Don´t mention the moon, but it looks
like a rocking chair made gold platted
by lovers restless hands and dreams.
Park benches soft as duvet when you
hold around her not trying to blow
cigarette smoke in her hair.
Moonlight has made her face forgiving,
you know she has been married twice
and has two grown up children.
Yet you love her tonight
while the moon paints her hair golden.