Far, far away. Sittin’ where the apple seeds grow all day. Whistle up a smile and the branches sway. Dump out the bath and keep the baby face. Nothing left of leaving - only born yesterday.
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you my
My mind buzzes over you. No use hiding from the truth. I hope it’s coming, what we’ve got coming - I need it. I need to feel inside, a castle on the hill with faces in the vines. I need you. No use hiding every night. I see something in your eyes. If you’re not something, I’ve got nothing. I need it. Fuel the fire inside a wood burned stove with glassy eyed cries. I need you. I don’t know where time has gone. Last I seen, it up and run. Ah, but nothing, it’s all nothing. I don’t need it. A crumbling tide. The house fell down, nobody inside. I need you. I need you.
TONIGHT’S MENU
Arms open to the warmth of a kindled flame. Wise words encourage the finer things first. Swimming free of real naught; realized. Low down, twins - fraternal - adore. Rolling slopes bring a sweet sun to rest and a goddess to rise.
Tumble Cake
If I could have an ice cream, I’d rather buy two. If I could take a walk, I’d rather go with you. If I could make a home, I’d build it with a view. Large windows while you’re outside so I could stare at you. Whenever I’m alone, dear, you’re inside my head. All the things I’m missing I’d hear from you instead.
Passion
Perplexed by the utility of love - the blunt instrument by which we excuse our higher faculties like better judgement and grace.
Bound
Vanished from him across the sea. Drying eyes with salted air, the Northbound man set trade winds free. A raft adrift though lashings taught. Emptying his pockets, scatter rusted keys. He recognized one: strong toothed iconoclast; a head worn. Exchanged tired looks. Escape from safe keeping or so would seem.
Canyon
A foreign voice, bob and drift yours, further down after years streaming trapped in hesitation. and drown Rusty and broken, winding “This is me,” cries it says. thrashing “This is me,” doppler in effect it agreed.
Encompassing
Like fresh earth, roots settled in; surround me. No clear pictures - how why - rather, a breeze strolled; a hammock rocked; hair wisped over a forehead. Dug into what grounds me.
Bombs away!
“Bombs away!” came the bombardier shouting to his captain. “Bombs away.” his captain confirmed low along the horizon. “All that for one person?” came the bombardier, again, though not one to question orders. The captain thought it strange, never one to question openly. “Do you think” -explosions rippled below- “do you think they’ll feel anything?” For the first time, the bombardier wondered. Only silence answered. Bomb a building, a tank, an army, any of many things; they feel nothing. One person, everything.
Mementos
Thoughts slip and fall.
Drops off a faucet, oh,
damn indecent of them all.
Naked strangers
strewn casually about.
The world could care.
drip
Forgive the interruption,
a minute at most.
Sign the form, and step
one toe onto the line.
drip
However you make your mark.
drip
Please, step one toe,
a harmless piece,
into
yes, there
line
and
just
drip
yes, see,
drip
never
so
bad
drip
free
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