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Eric the Red Feb 2018
If you give a Poet a cookie...
He’s gonna want a cup of coffee
And not just any coffee
But the good stuff on the high shelf
And if you give the Poet the Kenyan Organic Whole Bean
Reserved for your best company
He’s gonna want creamer
The good Whole Foods
$5.69 creamer
And if you give the Poet the
Expensive creamer he’s gonna
Want to sit down and talk
Of great books
Great music
And he’ll notice you’ve got
A record player
And if you have a record player
The Poet’s gonna wanna go
Through your collection
Your Fleetwood Mac
John Coltrane
Tom Petty
Nina Simone
And the Poet will put his coffee down
And look at the back of that
Nina record
And tell you that
‘This song...this song
‘Reminds me so much of what
‘Love sounds like...’
And you’ll look at the Poet
Cause he just touched
Your heart
Made it skip a beat
And you’ll think to yourself
‘I just might invite that Poet over again tomorrow...’
But if you do
That Poet is gonna want a cookie
And
If you give a Poet a cookie...
Eric the Red Feb 2018
I see you in the distance
My star

I’m here too
Never touching
But constant

You’re not alone
And I don’t feel alone
Knowing you’re there

So bright
So beautiful
We are part of the same
Constellation
For millions of years to come

Come closer to me...

            *
          
Eric the Red Feb 2018
We exist out there somewhere
Always have
Maybe not of this earth
Or of this universe
This strain of time
But we’re out there
With our
Planted Tree
Our shared dreams
Our unlimited time
And place
I can’t wait to get back there
With you...
Eric the Red Feb 2018
Tonight
When you come to me
In my dreams
And you hold onto me
Tight

................stay...............
All thru the
Night
Eric the Red Feb 2018
I don’t even care about words right now...just want to stare at pictures of you all day...
Eric the Red Feb 2018
She took her gasoline can
Emptied it on my branches
My leaves
My outer bark
Covered me
Doused me
And stood on the edge
Of my forests
My green
She knew what she was doing
It had been 3 long months
Without her
Without a word
4am Monday morning
I saw the match
Drop
‘You haven’t written in a while
‘Are you okay?’
Let this fire consume us
I don’t ever want
To put it out
Eric the Red Feb 2018
I struck you sometime after midnight
Mid ship
Gashed
Your seas pouring into my cabin
Berths
Icy
Green
Fervent
To my neck
And I submit
Drowning with your lips upon mine
Till we hit the sea floor
Carpathian
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