in the corners of my mind
dusty piles of letters
and words
I’m trying to sweep
into a manageable
meaningful
mass
*
raindrops
like inked letters
falling through mind
onto page
*
SUNLIGHT
primary cause of melanomas
activating limbs
while evaporating words
before they touch the page
a double curse
really
Communicating and Relating With
Had thought about it and were contemplating,
Ways we can be communicating and relating,
And to say,
Every day,
Should always try thanking and congratulating.
Jim Horn
Idealistic? I certainly hope so.
Hopeful? I dare to say yes.
Optimistic? I need to believe I am.
Believable? I do not care one whit about that.
Truthful? Undoubtedly, sometimes a bit too much so.
Lovable? It depends on my mood, and how well I like you.
(On the donkey)
No cheese
Just grease.
Cogwheels
Life seals.
Ceilings
Dealings.
Lots smiles
Did miles.
the season-change of the vagrant pole-star easily picks up a sip
from the list of ducks of the night-watchers
standing on the bye-lane of the horse-race … by the weight of the confession made
by the spelling-mistakes of a moonlit night to the lotus-leaves … the amputated
tongues of the night-bulbs gradually rolls down to the banyan-pods of the side-characters
the sharp archer of the star-apple moves away some furlongs from the usual
word-stairs and swallowed a whole grammar with fumes by spoon
thus with the number of velocity-poems that the punjabi with boutique prints
can produce… or will produce … gluttonous flower-vase of the magic-painter
can make cool the slaughter-ground … spread to the horizons of the krishnachura
that is deviated from its own track
When I met earth
She was solid
felt good between my toes
When I met fire
He was hot
crackly and exciting
When I met water
She was swell
cleansingly refreshing
When I met wind
He was cool
always on the go
Signed up
Time passed
Found out that
Earth quakes
Fire bakes
Water boils
Wind roils
Scared me
'til I real eyesed
I 'm scary, too.
Now we try to remember
to hug eachother
frequently.