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  Apr 2019 Medusa
Johnny Noiπ
The scientific fact
that the universe ||
is composed mostly
of nothing implies
that spacetime itself
is a localized super
subatomic point ||
in the midst of an
expansive oblivion.

Sea horse hippocampus,
sea horse hippocampus,
horse equine horse.

Hippocampus hippocampus
hippocampus hippocampus
hippocampus hippocampus
hippocampus hippocampus
hippocampus hippocampus
hippocampus hippocampus
hippocampus.

people who are in the area
of ​​the hippocampus hippocampus
hippocampus hippocampus
hippocampus hippocampus
hippocampus hippocampus
hippocampus facilities
hippocampus hippocampus
hippocampus City hippocampus
hippocampus hippocampus
hippocampus hippocampus
hippocampus hippocampus
hippocampus

The skirts slightly challenge
the army to eliminate them,
they defy the cost incurred by
the army and the army plays
the army: the army of the army.

The men of the war army
in the United States, the army,
the army camp outside the
country and the army men
cough my hair in the United
States, off the field. USA

hippocampus hippocampus
hippocampus hippocampus
hippocampus hippocampus
hippocampus hippocampus
hippocampus hippocampus
hippocampus hippocampus
hippocampus hippocampus
hippocampus hippocampus
hippocampus hippocampus,
taxi, taxi, taxi, taxi, taxi, taxi,
taxi, taxi, taxi, taxi, taxi, taxi,
taxi.              Hippocampus
hippocampus hippocampus
hippocampus hippocampus
hippocampus vein of the
vein of the part of gymnastics
or the part of animals of
the part of the animals of
the back of the part of
the animals.   Hippocampus,
hippocampus, hippocampus,
hippocampus, hippocampus,
hippocampus in the sea. Y?
somewhere between the fourth and fifth

load of laundry,

sometime after breakfast~lunch,
now served in the USA at home,
as an all day meal, per the edict of Mcdonalds,
start fixing dinner, take a break, walk to the mailbox,
retrieve the post and quick retreat back inside,
ah that Texas sun, bilingual chili hot,
toss the unopened on the prior weeks pile,
cause everyone loves company

the home-cold-brewed ice coffee needs a filling
for the fridge has decided not to help
by automatically refilling the pitcher

even if it could
I, busy folding,
needing two hands
and all my teeth
for folding my master’s rocket ship

sheets

my master observes with one of his alternating demeanors,
this one, super silent watching, announcing that  I need a nap:

“don't you always say, baby,
take a nap when you can, baby,
for when you need one, baby,
you probably won’t be able, my baby”


with selected-hand-led fingers,
he lays me down to sleep,
bids me to slow slide to dreamland, dinner will keep,
curling inside my frame, hands a-cupping my *******,  
telling me a drowsy tale, inherited from his mother’s womb
and his granddaddy’s tongue, mindful of his family’s history

there, is where, they find us,
dinner fixings burnt,
me and my five year old baby boy,
still sleeping fast, around 5pm, bodies enwrapped,
tied by blood and entwined in old nursery rhymes,
Texas tall tales of Pecos Bill,
me and my very own

nap-ster master

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p.s.  and they call me by my other name to wake me, momma
there was no poem neath my pillow

no poem on my tongue, none from eye envisionaries, no dew gift from my grassy emissaries, parting residue of an unknowable finger touch

nothing stirring, the mother muses mushing their shushing noises,
only breathy quietude, an airy surround sound tissue,
the cadence of intermingled hearts, the mother and the child

two awakenings, one instantaneous, the other restless unhurried slow, but within an impatience to intersect,
the overlap is love stars crossing,
impatience weaponized to make
momma aware her companions refreshed status,
a needy for love’s suckling,
embrace of fresh baked smiles from hot heartedly hearth furnaces

thus a-born a new poem, a welcomed well coming, in words,
the alliance of alliterated words from the interlacing of the mother’s chest heaving and the sniffling joy of a five year old boy reimagining the dreams that crossed from mother to son, and back again, requiring composition and joint authorship of them

the only and only true authentic authorship,
mother and child, their owned unique
duality of singularity
.
...
.....She.....
.was the sun.
...and her love...
....was to powerful....
.......for you to handle.....
.............and now you............
..............are just  a  pile  of..............
.............................ashe­s............................
I'll post new poems soon ( don't worry they wont be as ****** as this one)
- I will delete this trash in the morning.
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