Quatrain Quango

I am capsized
by your ocean
is your eyes
I am capsized

 

I woke to the sound
Of bullrushes rushing in the breeze
Up and down, all along the creek we
Nap a little bit beneath the stars

 

quite peculiar
curly leaf
Just walkin'
around

 

quivering soft kisses...
lingering,
after the fire and friction,
in pools of blue vulnerability.

 

o the bluest of blue
I love your shoe
and the way it trekk's
allllllll the way thru

 

Let me hop
into this groovy party
try to be rhythmic
without being too smarty

 

thunder rolling round the skies
lightning lightly dazzles my eyes
dog ran and hid, but I ran outside
gotta see the sky's down-coming tide

 

sonic booms of thunder
echo in my stomach
I realize
it's time for breakfast

 

in the morning of the
sun,
We ate seeds
we art saw

 

lost souls finding themselves
in the midst of all the comotion
only to become lost
in the so-called affectionate emotion

 

not lost, not lost,
not lost, not lost,
not lost
Not lost

 

lost, indeed
but only in the vagaries
of the mind
go towards the light

 

knot lost-
Twist and toss
Africa back into
the Brush

 

ONE MOMENT
tessellated thoughts
ONE MIND
"took me past the outskirts of infiniti"

 

Evening falls into twilight and I am
Adorning my eyes with kohl,
Draping clothes atop my frame and
Brushing thorny tangles from my hair.

 

meanwhile my night
comes with storm
and the promise
of herbal extacy

 

He's coming tomorrow
Tomorrow, tomorrow!
Fall and rise, sun, and tomorrow
Will come!

 

Beggin' for a dollar just
A screamin and a hollerin' for -- HEY!
Have you got some change?!
Haven't eaten today, man, and I'm an hour far from home.

 

Get a job, bob
don't be beggin on me
it's hard times all around
and my hummer needs gas, can't you see?

(i really like that "tomorrow" poem, biida)

 

Offering shells for groceries;
a coin of pure silver;
slips slot jackpot luck,
changing abundance into flowers.