“Can you wind message me?”
he asked, with pre-drip eyes. I was leaving, he knew at the next sunrise.
I smiled so softly
even teddy bears would be proud, as I blundered on a “yes “, a “for sure “; to him this I vowed.
And so I would kiss the air
every evening and day, wipe my miss tears on feathers “I love you “ I‘d say.
to have the leaves wiggle back, a grin on my cheekbones, two feet on one track.
It wasn’t long after,
when the journey was done, he smiled a thank you “for the whispers “ dear Mom.
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Sun blows itself onto my hair strands,
I am peace and I am wild. Goose me more rays and I’ll pull down the whole sun. Just to feel that glow so easily won.
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I got royal in my ships
and cute spiders in my sails. I don’t need a bucket list when I have a hundred pails.
How many does it take,
to add water back to sea? I’m not sinking just yet, but I think I wanna be.
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To hold my head
under water running, to teach me that to strain against flow
is the watered down epitome
of self destruct.
Self sabotage. Self infliction.
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Songs, hawks, sunshine.
It’s bringing me whacky, on a platter of fine china, the gold a little tacky. Sticky to my fingers, as I crack them over raw eggs, sizzling in their bubbling form, threatening to lift off pan and be magic carpet of yolk and white.
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When I have a heavy heart
I don’t feel fat or off the scale. I feel my blood veins disjointed And dragon sadness of a tail. A heart with weight, can also mean pure and full Like explosion works of fire, that create the half that makes the whole. And if my heart is solid, like that soulfire around your way, I know we will be complete before we start our stay.
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Crisp and warm,
all in the earths bundle of a Sunday morning.
Rises like these,
I remember waking to church frills and curled hair.
Now as adult, I sit on gravel
country road drinking in the suns bed head growl.
The geese sound their way
through open, clear sky. I am pine, spruce and fresh air. I am awake.
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My hair smells like bacon
and my ice has turned to water. I’m fishing in my mind for a bite, but all I can feel is that the sun is getting hotter.
And get this,
it is night.
My pants are all getting tighter on me,
wish my grip on life was. I’ll get out of this. And I will not run with it, I will walk it into it’s place. I will run with freedom. And I will carry nothing but my own weight.
There are comedians,
are there life analysts that joke about the mundane and the reality of life?
are those two the same things?
I’ll be fine.
I know I am. Sometimes I create the tornado so that I can spin out of it clear headed. As if all the cobwebs and gunk, spun in control to my own spin. And then I ballarina away on my tippy toes. I’m closer to the sky that way don’tchuu know?
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How do you leave something you love?
What about someone?
They are still nouns I suppose.
But a cave isn’t the same as a person
no matter how deep they can both be.
They are both nouns.
But one makes you feel more then the other.
Is that the difference?
It must be.
But maybe that’s just the adjectives talking to my noun heart
and making me feel adverbly a lot like a simile.
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You for the sake of you for the sake of you for the sake of you.
I can hear the waves crashing on my shoulders
You understand now why I hold her.
I can’t see it clearly but maybe you can
and maybe that’s why we’re together
( so we can be )
( together )
until the end.
The end is where?
but where it has to be
in the very birthplace and time
of it’s life.
And I know you can take this better then me
it’s not like you were born ready,
Because you are so, so, so
better then so.
Kinda like nothing I feel good at explaining.
I take it this is where it goes from here
just where it’s supposed to.
Give me that, I’ll take this
don’t erase the wish.
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