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crowd
yeah
silence
don't say it so
very loud
none will be proud
Wind soughs between the houses
makes a mournful sound
My tea is steaming up the window
Dead, ragged leaves blow 'round
Winter's leaving soon, she says
Don't forget me now
I say good riddance to you darlin'
Forget, I can't see how?
So blow your breath so coldly
Take a hike on down the walk
Because, Spring is coming soon
We just had a talk
As your brother Spring
warms up my aching bones
I'll revel in some greenery
About a thousand tones!
raw lagoon
desires shadow
of tribal waves
mango river spills
a cupped dark bleed of wandering flesh
burning lucifer's silver tongue
in a sex slave slow dance
of torrential foot adorations
and road side moans
fapping moist hyperaesthesia
scrummed forehead
and eye bright glued
an immaculate conception
her back a twisting cat
tongue like a curved Sahara
in whirling toothless loops
HOW MUCH I MISS YOU
Never knew my emptiness
Often getting into restlessness
Remembering the part that's bloom
I sat alone in the room
Just at my door a resounding knock
I jumped up to open the lock
There your charming and radiant pride
Quickly my heart’s door opened wide
Your warmth I got for free
Your song whispered love to me
As I reminisce your smile
I wish you were here a while
Changes
Once something changes,
what can change it back.
it flies away
the heart, like a feather
fallen on a hot street
blown among the traffic
and crowds of glossy lasses and horny lads
where will nature be taken?
Oblivion treads among them.
The rare tree a hero
the bird a heroine, monumentally
remind us of the nature we lost.
Everything’s faster these days
Cars and computers
Mandolin players and ocean polluters
Bullet trains
And mass shooters
We’re masters of distillation
Bit and byte cognation
And, of course,
Advert infiltration
It’s never been a more fitting time
To abridge a whole life
Into abbreviated rhyme
But the role of the poet
Has always been to slow it
Down
Consider what makes a king or queen
A worthy courier
Of a crown
scraping the sky
teary eyed
thunder zoom
heart booms
cutting loose
earth juice
hands band
stars boast
snow poke
birds slope
show boat
mountains peak
underneath
water seep
mystery ride
life's tide
waving days
winds leap
hip back
feet naps
sand base
happy place
Riding home from a long trip
a lonely day out in the wild
hand tiring from steering's grip.
I count the years which time has piled.
My mind is filled up with the past.
At last my mail box comes in sight
as the daylight fades to dark
and the full moon rises round and bright
shedding its light cold and stark.
lunar shadows forming fast
It’s never no question
We’re always a little up in the air
We’ve got a brain
Full of gravity
But still a little bit of an empty stare
It’s never just right
There’s always a bit of mystery
We’ve got a soul
Full of fire
But an ocean full of bitter history
It’s always a time bomb
It's just a matter of if it’s ticking
Or about to explode
We’re either traveling or gotten there
It’s about the destination
But also the road
darkness blooms
the moon hangs tight
stars twinkle
werewolves howling
the country forest party mingles of prey
leaves drip dry green
the food chain takes pride in hunger
bushes house ants
snakes rattle
wild boar camping by the river
the lioness tuck her 3 cubs in her den
and an owl hoots for hours.