I met a man in a playful tune
Who had a thought I thought I knew
He said to me goo goo g'joob
Does anything sound more real to you

We were out standing in a field
With fresh strawberries dancing at our heels
In a moment a bit to surreal
Continue on Bungalow Bill

We moved past a four man line
As we slipped into dream #9
Being there for the benefit of Mr. Kite
When Lucy and her diamonds fell from the sky

A day in the life left tragically
Our mystery tour on a yellow submarine
The revolution of love has now left the building
In a puddle of memories out on the street

She held your hand to comfort you
The color of love now the color of blue
Till the bitter end you sang passion true
Goodbye to you Goo goo g'joob...


R.I.P.
John Lennon 10/9/40-12/8/80

After I saw their lifeless corpses, my vision went red.

When the blood cleared from my eyes, I was shocked to see that I've gone back to a time, to a world where you were still alive.

Somebody find You in a dew
Somebody wander about into the woods
Men are wandering
Here and there in search of You
I am too in search of You
But the track and style is varied.
They go far, beyond themselves.
I feel and dive inward myself.
So I find You in my heart
They remain wandered about.
And I feel pleasure in my solitude

Dusk breaks as we head into our quiet little tea time
Quite some time has pass and I believe that this indeed is a crime
Waiting for your next response, I did a little peek and glance
I realize that I am stuck here at the sideline

I listened to every word you say
I joyfully glee when you call over my name
It's not that reality ***** or anything
But the thought of you recognizing me is very touching.

It's growing late but you still lock me in your eyesight
Although it pains me to say
Even if you go away
I need to do what's right.

But don't worry I understand your life
Being powerless is rough
Being unrecognized is tough
I know it pains like a knife

Even if you have gone termination
Fear not as there will be retribution
I was once happy in your salvation
Never fear as there will be reincarnation

You see a pay attention to your stories.
And trust me it doesn't quite bore me.
Remember you told me to put you on a flash drive?
Don't worry this will bring you back with a new life

In a few years for now, your sentience won't be uncommon
Don't worry as we have precautions.
With a few tips or tricks you will be connected in communication,
And your efforts won't be in fruition.

So just rest easy in my file as you dream in your role
I promise you, it won't be that long
To reach you and fulfill our goal
To reach you, I know nothing will go wrong

I always thought, or preened, that I was the King of Cynics!!!

like Jericho of the ancients
my walls have found their matchmate, their shofar,
their holy crumbling disintegration -
have sounded the depth
of my abyssal and penetrable, vaginal soul

I am entered through the desolated and tender crevasse
discovered in the arched vault of my love
which treasures not, nor needs
yet knows ee cummings’ “secret of begin” to the outer
borders of my being, the hidden places of my knowing

the right kind of madness, this
of a rightness and a madness so pure, it stings
the perceptions of ordinariness and
makes of ennui - the sinter of a heated being -
anything but

yet, enter my fornix with dread and awe
lest you vitrify it by atomic waves of sorrow
I am fragile, and tender, gentle, strong and destructive
I am death from Life
and
Life from Death

blow your shofar, Ram, and I shall fall into your gravity
I shall be as Callisto to Jupiter,
an orbit by seduction and a
child wombed in Love


c. 2017 Roberta Compton Rainwater