BY DESIGN
I like the designs
she came up with
the adaptations
to allow
us to survive
and so much more
stepping into a teal sea
under a soft violet sky
we find
we love it in this
alien ocean
together we flow
forgetful of time and
smooth and succinct in
the way we explore
our streamlined acuity
release
from gravity.
FINGERS
forgive me
for running my
fingers down
your spine
to that
place of confluence
my tingling
meeting your
tingling
and talking of tingling
(chimes brushed
by the wind being
what
I am now thinking)
I am in and out
the habit
of making connections
getting
connected
loving every connection
I have ever loved to make
ANACONDA
was trying
to rhyme
my anaconda
get it
to do tricks and
every
perform sundry
to maundry
put on fool bells
and smirk-clown greasepaint
in vain
in vanity
and me a snake too
as Taoism sees it
think would get him
her to shapeshift, budge
yellow green yellow-green
yellow
limit to the spectrum
archetype notwithstanding
(no bend in this landscape
states of curvature only)
will
tell if it feels the same
when tunneling inside
MR MAMBA
me, I am
more elegant
than
thick
nore elegant than
you think
more
mamba
than anaconda
but as my
special cocktail
works its way
into your
Anais Nin system
I become
that much
more elegant
and eleganter
it’s
exponential
quite simply
put
simply but
off the charts quaintly
POON
was playing
a harp
but it
became
a harpoon
words flying in
like fish
all over the deck
desperate
to write
knew
the tune
but as the fish
thrashed about, struggled
and gasped
wondered whether
this were
not pure satire
or simply
lampoon
XCHANGE
touch me feel me
see me love me
hear
me
I wan’t to spread
your wealth
across
the stars
be union and
be disintegration
want to expand you
horizontally vertically
along
every axis
you having
so much to give
so much
to receive
RIDE
I am not in
a rocket ship.
I am not
on the Hawking express
edging across time.
I am on
a regular flight
just a
mere 37, 000 feet above sea level
longing for a
soft landing, home
in your arms and
then (beloved turbulence),
the truly seat-of-pants, much
bumpy
ride.
COURT
wanted to
touch you
but you
always so edgy
feat
your body
too litigious
feel there
will be consequences extreme
and so
this poem I
did write
it
under
advisement
to plead my case
in your
high court
JUMBLED
my mind
gets jumbled
when I think
of you
discombobulated
through and through
I try to stretch my
words out
to maximum
meaning
words of little consequence
that do not
stretch the imagination
are of
little
pleasing
HOME
we spent all night
in my tiny room
on
the huge
farm
touching
loving
playing with
each other
retelling fairy tales
reciting
nursery rhymes
until
the cows would
come home
dawning upon us
the cows
would come home
the cows came home
home home home
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