Brycical: Poems

Sep 2012 · 845

Brycical Sep 2012

Once anything is defined,
it looses a little of its definition.

Read more of the definitions series...

Here's Rules;
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/243500/definitions-rules/

Here's Facts;
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/235346/definitions-facts/

Sep 2012 · 761

Definitions; Creative

Brycical Sep 2012

Definitions; Creative

1) A common way to politely describe behavior that isn't "normal" or "defined."
2) Formerly a divine title

Feel free to check out more poems I've written so far in this little series, here's one... http://hellopoetry.com/poem/definitions-crazy/

Sep 2012 · 512

Definitions; Perception

Brycical Sep 2012

Definitions; Perception

1) See *Imagination

2) An agreed upon way on how to process & take in the world despite nobody agreeing to anything about it.

Read more in the Definitions series...
Here's Imagination;
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/235337/definitions-imagination/

Sep 2012 · 612

Definitions; Art

Brycical Sep 2012

Definitions; Art

1) A fleeting attempt to express a single thought
through unconventional means of communication.
2) See perception & *subjective

Read more of the definitions series...

Here's Paradox;
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/239581/definitions-paradox/

Here's Perception;
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/235368/definitions-perception/

Sep 2012 · 523

Definitions; Color

Brycical Sep 2012

Definitions; Color

1) A common barrier of culture.
2) A combination of lights that have been defined, agreed upon, and sectioned before you were born.
3) Something long ago that was considered beautiful, novel and celebrated.

Sep 2012 · 721

Definitions; Gray or Grey

Brycical Sep 2012

Definitions; Gray or Grey

Who the **** knows.

Sep 2012 · 483

Definitions; Darkness

Brycical Sep 2012

Definitions; Darkness

Both the opposite
and absence of light.

Sep 2012 · 362

Definitions; Light

Brycical Sep 2012

Definitions; Light

Both the absence and opposite
of darkness.

Sep 2012 · 304

Definitions; Love

Brycical Sep 2012

Definitions; Love

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Sep 2012 · 426

Definitions; Facts

Brycical Sep 2012

Definitions; Facts

A collection of truths, agreed upon
by the vast majority of people
before you were born.

Read more in the Definition series...

Here's Definitions;
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/235343/definitions-definitions/

Here's Learning;
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/235319/definitions-learning/

Sep 2012 · 407

Definitions; Definitions

Brycical Sep 2012

Definitions; Definitions

1) Deciding the order
of all words.
2) See *facts

Sep 2012 · 456

Definitions; Lables

Brycical Sep 2012

Definitions; Lables

When the vast majority
of a population decides
to define something.

Sep 2012 · 454

Definitions; Imagination

Brycical Sep 2012

Definitions; Imagination

1) See either Truth or Lies
2) See Creative
3) Seeing.

Here's another poem from the Definitions series:
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/definitions-crazy/

Sep 2012 · 340

Definitions; Idea

Brycical Sep 2012

Definitions; Idea

A decision when
to contain one's imagination.

Sep 2012 · 362

Definitions; Words

Brycical Sep 2012

Definitions; Words

The most common barrier
of culture.

Sep 2012 · 442

Definitions; Culture

Brycical Sep 2012

Definitions; Culture

1) Deciding our boundaries & barriers
2) A forgotten word that used to mean art.

Sep 2012 · 656

Definitions; Crazy

Brycical Sep 2012

Definitions; Crazy

1) Deciding as a collective
who to ostracize the most.
2) Deciding as a collective
what is truth.

Sep 2012 · 381

Definitions; Learning

Brycical Sep 2012

Definitions; Learning

Choosing what to remember as fact
over long periods of time.

Sep 2012 · 1.2k

ExXXxxxxXxxxXXxXxxXxcks

Brycical Sep 2012

ExXXxxxxXxxxXXxXxxXxcks

fried money doesn't taste better.
it still tastes like ****.
Even in sugar there's a burning feelin'
in my stomach brain--
eat too much of one knowledge cereal
sweet marital marinaded bliss
barbecue kissing the pig.

Midnight wind flies through me---
you can't buy that in a can!
Words pass through me
conduit intuitively
future thoughts flood my brain
my boat is my third eye
sailing in a crazy summer dawn light.
I don't see a price tag on there, right?

Talent trickles in our blood
from a divine vibration
beating in our hearts
speeding up the parts in our brain
to see the whole picture--
like a single green leaf slowly blooms
in the dawn light.

Nothing buys that moment.

weird opposite

Sep 2012 · 3.2k

Clense

Brycical Sep 2012

Clense

Cleaning up my thoughts with some sleep,
itemized & organized thanks to my dreams.

Cleaning up my thoughts with a mornin' bath,
last night's scents just never last.

Cleaning up my thoughts from the fridge,
uneaten words will be my nourishment.

Cleaning up my thoughts from the trash,
odious memories from the past.

Cleaning up my thoughts in wash 'n dryer,
to maintain color & getting brighter.

Cleaning up my thoughts with some smoke,
a lazy sunday daydream makes room for more.

Cleaning up my thoughts when I take a walk ,
jogging with my brain so one day I can grokk.

Cleaning up my thoughts with exercise,
working out the muscles & the third eye.

Cleaning up my thoughts through meditation,
sending stress away & on a vacation.

Sep 2012 · 2.1k

Chaos Incarnate

Brycical Sep 2012

Chaos Incarnate

When I met you,
my heartbeat fret--
something was incongruous.

And once frantic words
careened out of your mouth--
I saw rapid fire machine gun
rubber bullets bouncing everywhere.
Neighborhood dogs desperately yipped
and barked and howled
as your attempts to weave a conspiracy laden
tragic web of a storybook life into a net
to trap those who will listen  unravel
before me.
Storm clouds darken around you.
The cacophonous pandemonium of your voice
and slithering slender body
are fascinating to watch  as headlights dance
by while you whirl in the middle of the road,
***** drink in one hand
a plucky smile--
your green eyes glow like melting peridot.
With a train wreck personality,
your frolfing at a busy intersection
influence over some is astonishing!

The next morning,
through a haze of listlessness,
I understand what you are;
Succubus.

Just someone I've met recently.

Sep 2012 · 1.3k

and the salts just keep on spreading

Brycical Sep 2012

and the salts just keep on spreading

& the salts just keep on spreading--
between Palestine & Israel,
millennium of a-saults burn in their hell--
collectively bringing bodies down
as a salty sacrifice screeches venom out
into the air,
& acidic sleepy nightmare scarring the earth dry.

          & the salts just keep on spreading--
          & the salts just keep on spreading--

what hope do we have as
you keep building your salt walls
--it's like a ******* clawing a scab.
keep shaking hands with cheese graters
slicing papers of ancient seas scrolls
where knowledge could be foretold
of love and peace young and old--

           but the salts just keep on spreading--
           but the salts just keep on spreading--

all over the world into already perfect countries--
dividing a world into your words
like a dead fish floating in your sea--
wrapped in parchment to be served
as a poisonous choice for dinner of all our minds.
makes us feel like we're walking on a landmine field,
points jagged piercing unyielding fear shrapnel in our brains.

           but the salts just keep on spreading--
           but the salts just keep on spreading--

and we wonder why our lands keep drying out.
putrid, salty sour milk words
burn the back of our throat
yet we hope to find water --
we hope the moats of these salty
words protect us.
but what happens when  the water dries up?

            the salts just keep on spreading--
        the salts just keep on spreading--

Aug 2012 · 801

Ideas

Brycical Aug 2012

Ideas

Birthing them--
momentous, mind shattering push
they burst through our skull
like a sprouting flower.
Many nurture them,
with wisdom & understanding of how to present themselves...
feeding them bit of thoughts
mixed in a sweet bottle.

They're passed around--
gently, to friends and family.
We are proud--
beaming like Buddha.

I like to play with them,
hold them up to the sky--
showing the world,
I feel like that scene in Lion King!
Ever so gently I twirl, lightly toss...
so they feel like they're flying
as I wind up my arms
then hurl them with as much force as I can muster against the wall!

Aug 2012 · 2.7k

America: On a Stick

Brycical Aug 2012

America: On a Stick

You aren't big ****
'till you're on a stick,
not even legitimate
like gator, hotdogs, sausage and chicken.
A stick gets your mouth waterin'
and your tongue lickin'
you can get your veggies on a shish-kabob
and cotton candy handed to you at any sport
or circus,
we even got religious services about servin'
this person on a stick!
Wanna be famous? Get your wish
and put somethin' on a stick--
the get rich quick types stick 'em up their ***
while the rest of us gather
at fairs and carnivals to mindlessly laugh
at jugglers, clowns and ride circular rides.
All the while snackin' on somethin' on a stick.

I don't feel this is finished.

Jul 2012 · 2.3k

Summer

Brycical Jul 2012

Summer

With a single
glance
you make me sweat--
your sticky breath
dances
melodically with every swagger
of your step.

You chronically
dehydrate
my thoughts--
ironically inspiring me
to bathe in refreshing
conscience streams
that are not mine.

I want to taste
the salty Sahara sands
between your toes
to feel what it's like this close
to the sun--
concealed by the burning
Shisha smoke you breathe
with such control into your soul.

For one steamy night
I want to be the wind
igniting--brightening--heightening
those burning embers in your eyes
watching you slither,
as if an ice cube touched your spine.

I want white light smiles
to scar our faces
the next morning,
disfiguring our charred
hearts--
our ashes scattered
by the wind from the burning
building we've collapsed.

Greatly inspired by "The Stroke," "Pour Some Sugar on Me" and a dear friend.

Jul 2012 · 807

Conundrum Blues

Brycical Jul 2012

Conundrum Blues

my body becomes a little numb
when i seek out your work,
to read,
like a nerve pinching inside my spine.

i don't want to read
your words,
but they still stick to my lungs.

you write such brilliant poetry!

i should just take my cues
from you & delete
all the ways we can communicate
with each other from my digital brains.

your silence shatters my eardrums,
i-get-it.

but your writing is too delicious
to not consume for breakfast
(along with my oatmeal and word salad
garnished with almonds).

your words still make my brain vibrate,

i think you can see the conundrum.

Jul 2012 · 931

A Light Ignites from Within

Brycical Jul 2012

A Light Ignites from Within

Tonight,
for the first time,
I feel like my age
when my friends describe me
as an "old soul."

My bones feel hollow--
like glass in an oven,
my breath shallow--
a shadow fading in an overcast.
Ancient lessons drool
out of my mouth,
a tired tongue parched
and dry from the sands of time.

My mind yearns for "good 'ol days"
so far in the future
it seems like the past.

But gasoline has been poured
over my campfire harmony heart.

I'm just getting started.

Jul 2012 · 1.2k

Dear Odi,

Brycical Jul 2012

Dear Odi,

Until recently,*
most of my memories readily available
remind me of ghost needles,
ice picks
& phantom Taipan bites
jabbed wildly
into a heart that beats nails
through my veins.

There are only five people on this planet
I give a **** about.

Everyone else
are just scars
whose dull stabs of pain
remind me why I don't take life seriously.

You words remind me
of that pain I used to endure,
the blood eyed, vicious demons
with barbed-wire kisses
and razor blades to my throat
while their katana fingernails
clawed out my liver and kidneys
riding me like a sybian
whispering comforting Trinidad Moruga Scorpion lullabies.

And I thank you
for reminding me
we have to go through hell
to find the bliss we love.

From a fan, student
and fellow wonderer,
~Bryce

Jul 2012 · 8.8k

I don't want to live Forever

Brycical Jul 2012

I don't want to live Forever

Immortality
is such an idiotic
idea. **** that ****.

Thoughts of prolonging
life through vegetables &
tea are greedy. sighs

I do those things cause
they taste delicious, & I
work out to feel good.

But I drink, often.
I smoke occasionally.
My body's been through hell.

I'd rather die tomorrow
than live to be like
100 years old.

My mind shutters
to think what this world will be
like at that point. sighs

I don't want to live too long,
I'll know when my time
is up, hopefully.

I do enjoy living and love everyone though.

Jul 2012 · 9.8k

The Benefits of Fuck

Brycical Jul 2012

The Benefits of ****

My mom says "frick"
or "fiddlesticks"
even when kids aren't around.
She's holding in
some of that pure, unfiltered rage
each time a plate is dropped
or toe is stubbed.
If only she'd just shout "OH ****!"
she wouldn't lash out
at grandma or sob uncontrollably later.

Someone once said to me, "*******!"
and I was happy.
It means they won't ****** me in my sleep
because they expressed verbal and not physical rage.
I was happier when someone told me "go **** yourself"
because I went home and did just that.

Speaking of pleasure,
the act of *******
burns between 85-250 calories,
improves sleep & your immune system.
Google it.

I've been ******;
a realization &/or learning experience
having gone broke without a way to pay rent
resulting in the lesson of moving back in with the parents.

We can get ****** up.
A couple too many tokes &/or shots of gin &/or punches to the face.
We learn the perils of excess.
In third grade, I was ****** up by a group of 6-7 kids.
I learned I never want to experience THAT
uncomfortable feeling again.

Why is **** such a bad word again?

Jul 2012 · 7.3k

Intense

Brycical Jul 2012

Intense

I think it's my eyes.
The glowing hazle stare
blankly piercing through
whatever bubbles you've shielded
yourself with.
Arms crossed means you're defensive,
raised tone towards the end of a sentence
means you're lying
but when your lips scrunch together
you're holding back something.

Maybe it's
my thought process.
One second
I'm talking about polar bears
celebrating birthdays with ******* and hexagrams
when I shift
to a rant about my self empowerment
through meditation and how astral travel
might be real.

Perhaps I'm too comfortable
with myself for you to handle.
I don't give a **** how tangled my hair is
or what weird religious doctrines you follow.
Let's have a conversation,
not an unruly **** measuring contest.

I truly love you,
and all my mild frustration
and slight agitation is radiating
from a place in my heart
that tells me I want you to succeed the most.

Jul 2012 · 1.2k

Walking in the Storm

Brycical Jul 2012

Walking in the Storm

Hurriedly--
everyone on the streets
rush indoors.
Road signs rattle,
loose leaves on trees rustle--
some blow away...
     the sky
     darkens
    and stops...

Cars rush home,
dogs start whimpering,
the air is thick.
    the sky
   darkens
  and stops...

Here I am,
a barefoot stroll
on the warm sidewalk--
my hair twisting and tangled in the breeze
my whole body charging electrically
as the wind walks beside me.

I can't wait 'till I get to the park
near my apartment,
to feel the wet rain-riddled grass
beneath my feet,
tickling
healing...
feeling like myself again.

Jun 2012 · 4.9k

Normal View on Absurdist Life--Absurdist View on Normal Life

Brycical Jun 2012

Normal View on Absurdist Life--Absurdist View on Normal Life

Wouldn't it be weird if
JFK was reincarnated
as Monica Lewinski?

Buddha probably
ate better butter
than Ghandi.

If we keep fighting
the divine fellows
we pray to
will be too afraid to return.
This isn't ******* Highlander.
Christ, what a hilariously insane movie.
They probably show that
to people who drink caviar & say things
like "pip pip!"

Either way,
we're all related.

Otherwise than that,
let's all be
LOVE.

Except for people
who commit genocide.
May they be reincarnated
as ******'s final excretion
as he killed himself;
including ******.

Jun 2012 · 766

Revelation #2, Realizational Understanding

Brycical Jun 2012

Revelation #2, Realizational Understanding

Good/pure/light/
could not exist
without
Bad/evil/darkness

My self could not exist
without
My family.
But I am
not
enslaved by them.

Their misguided
stubborn
and droll attempts
to impart
their guilt & sadness--
stemming back from their childhood
insecurities of when they didn't fit in,
or when they saw their childhood robbed
by a church/cult
with an idea of The Truth.
And their despair over
the death of my older brother--
who didn't even live a day--
affected their judgements
on the decisions I've made.

I could hold on to this,
be bitter,
& upset...

but I'm not.

I'm happy/
& learning to be copacetic...
For I was born unto
negativity
but charged
with positivity.

Jun 2012 · 580

Revelation #1, At the end of June

Brycical Jun 2012

Revelation #1, At the end of June

A noticeable shift will occur.
But it's nothing to do with plate tectonics,
planetary alignments,
changing of seasons
or predicted natural disasters.
No political bombshell
nor revolutionary uprising either.

It's something bigger,
much more profound...

A shift will occur--
in me.

For I am seeking
to learn and live
to learn and rebirth
to live and give
rebirth with love
giving to life
to learn and live
to learn and rebirth
ad infinitum--

to discover *all peace.

Jun 2012 · 498

backwash

Brycical Jun 2012

backwash

Sometime's,
there's a little backwash
in your cup.*

You don't have to drink it.

Some do
and that's ok.

Some may even want
to drink your backwash.

Don't let them.

Backwash
is unavoidable
but
you make the choice
to drink it
or not.

*you are the cup

Jun 2012 · 1.2k

Wind Mantra

Brycical Jun 2012

Wind Mantra

Blow wind
               Blow.
Lift me up—toss
my hair back—
Swift     hips     skip—    where
We  g o        backwards
I      only       ask           that ya
        Blow wind
              Blow.

       Blow wind
              Blow.
Carry my breath through—
the depths        of caves
&        mountains—ricochet
    around, a flying       playmate
         making music—
      echo        (echo)
        Blow wind
               Blow.


         Blow wind
               Blow
   Twist — dance
Cool down now…
Soothe my      lungs
Carry           my     breath—
    & heavy words
rustling—rustling     the      leaves
making me feel at home.
         Blow wind
               Blow
      Wind blow…

You can check out some of my other nature mantra's below:

http://hellopoetry.com/poem/water-mantra/
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/earth-mantra/

Jun 2012 · 3.5k

I Refer to my Neighborhood as the Belly of Dionysus

Brycical Jun 2012

I Refer to my Neighborhood as the Belly of Dionysus

Cups runneth over
and over
& over
from absinthe to zinfandel.

Men & women parade the streets
with whimsical abandoned
swaying bodies
smiling,
like they just got laid--
or are about to.

******* bathrooms roar
while marijuana balconies cackle--
even the folks staying in
have their music turned up
so nobody can hear them *******.

Barefoot indulgence
and tropical dresses flowing
in the midnight air--
even the cops don't care,
this is business.
Every whoop and hollar
is a dollar in their pocket.

Each vehicle blaires
a different song
chaos to the ears
becomes rhythm
for the body-
shots don't need to be in glasses,
grinding is the traditional greeting.

The young come for the atmosphere,
the older for the work release...
everyone is reckless on the weekend,
all the bars runneth over
and over
& over.

A ritualistic hedonism
leads to a collective sleep
that slowly, slowly
overtakes us all
as we slowly fade,
for a few hours until

Cups runneth over again
and over
& over
from absinthe to zinfandel.

Jun 2012 · 644

Wednesday Morning Jam Session

Brycical Jun 2012

Wednesday Morning Jam Session

One in the morn'
be at work by eight.
Smoke dances in the moonlight
while the music vibrates
through us...

Groovin' on the rooftop
candles dancing like the stars.
Women sing their blues songs
while guys play guitars
and drums...

And the humming gets smooth
like a home-brewed beer.
Velvet voices ring between
the buildings as the neighbors dream
of their bills...

Jun 2012 · 2.3k

Green escape--

Brycical Jun 2012

Green escape--

When I was younger,
I was a shaman
chanting melodies
that I hoped
would change the world.

Perhaps, they did
for my people;
the schizophrenic
gypsy stoners earth mother
worshiping airy words
burning the creative
liquid juices squirting
over our brains
like a drop of LSD on a sugar cube.

But now,
I can feel the age
in my emotions.
Time drags me
through, smoldering campfire
ashes smoking to the heavens...
where the stars
look like they're rotting away
inside the mouth of space.
Even shadows are afraid
to hide in these dark corners.

These places in space
are so cool
chilly
hip.
Some kind of
sarcastic
one-liner
witticism
of ironic truth
temperature.

And I wish
to go back there.
But I must
return back
to earth to learn
what I cannot escape.

May 2012 · 1.4k

reincarnation

Brycical May 2012

reincarnation

electric faces
glow in the dawn's light, like the
orchid's scent kneads thoughts

May 2012 · 1.1k

universally dancing with you

Brycical May 2012

universally dancing with you

flyin’ back to the candle
gem inside us
light provide us
with our purpose
With our purpose
we will find
the white rabbit faces
which have graced us
guiding us providing us clues
clean vibrant blues and whites
moonlight laughter
sunlight sentiments
silently flyin’ Back
to the candle
Back back to the candle

fire dances
hippy gypsy twirling
twisting in the wind
winding spirals
burning warmth
inside each of us
reaching dusk-light
dawn smiles
warmth conjoining
circulating navigating
through our bloodstream
like peaceful campfire melodies
Everybody’s hugging
loving
Rising
RISE-ING
RISING RISING!!
RISING TO FLY BACK
TO THE CANDLE
BACK TO THE CANDLE!!

BACK
BACK inside,
inside the BACK
inside the gem….

May 2012 · 1.3k

Dear Samar Yahya,

Brycical May 2012

Dear Samar Yahya,

You Egyptian hipstress
philosophically diggin’ through this
world to find a life to live with.
     Your  summer breeze
     metaphorically testing & caressing me
     --keep questioning
        don’t ever stop, please,
        trust me
it’s endearing
and steadfast.
Hearing your voice
my mind rejoices
synapses electrocute  my brain
& the fire in your voice
rises, burning, pulsing
hypnotic sonar warming my
                   soul…
yet you’re impulsively young, still trying
to find the right air to breathe;
via singing artistic gypsy
dominating submissives
yet pondering above your
      third eye
burning,
warming,
       heating—vividly  alive
within your eyes
      is intriguing
         yet deep down
      your rising
          embers pop!
               Your body dances
            sway—shaking—swaying
           burning ancient questions
in the earth
but forgetting
  what the fuse
  is connected to….

                              *find the fuse

From your dear friend
in the States,
~Bryce

May 2012 · 1.2k

Pessimism Blues

Brycical May 2012

Pessimism Blues

Like a gray cloud,
you block out the sun to my self
when I’m having fun.
Yelling—drinking—jammin’
Your memory rains
on the campfire I’m sitting next to
with friends I’ve only met tonight.

& the rain start's pourin'
the rain start's pourin'
       --the rain start's pourin'

dark clouds
on the outlier
of that single ray of sunshine
time can't unwind
that molecular moment
our bodies decided to part.

& the rain start's pourin'
the rain start's pourin'
       --the rain start's pourin'

May 2012 · 449

My writing process.

Brycical May 2012

My writing process.

Words surround me,
some beckon for attention.
Once I gaze upon the loudest,
I’m overcome—
suddenly I AM that word,
briefly, inking itself to paper,
occasionally wrapping on the laptop
in an attempt to live a little bit longer
in the lexicon of time.

Apr 2012 · 6.2k

a line

Brycical Apr 2012

a line

Sometimes there’s a line
that we have to respect
because we can’t forget
those who raised us
made us

Sometimes there’s a line
we cannot ignore
because of certain morals
we were born with
live within

Sometimes there’s a line
we shouldn’t cross, but do
because of who we are
as we don’t realize
everyone’s line
is measured
differently.

Sometimes there’s
a line
that nobody thought
to cross
until…someone does
& then
the masses either crucify or celebritize
depending on pop-culture references.

   There’s always a line
       somewhere,
         we just
         have to
         choose
         where
            we
          want
          to be
        aligned.

Apr 2012 · 793

Sometimes, (pt. 2)

Brycical Apr 2012

Sometimes, (pt. 2)

I feel like I want to be encased
by third eye stones & explode--
out, into
the universe
like bullets;
into the
mind's-eye--
space, time
marvelous
spaceship
streaking
across
the...
sky

*********, I didn't even know I was making the shape like that until I saw it just now!

Apr 2012 · 365

Top words (Stars)

Brycical Apr 2012

Top words (Stars)

Just like time,
people don't know--

World(s) away
eyes face sky,
(the) body want(s)
(to) feel life.

Apr 2012 · 517

Dear Phoenix,

Brycical Apr 2012

Dear Phoenix,

Despite the fact that we don't talk very often,
I still consider you one of my closest friends
& confidants.

Somehow,
you always give me the fire
from your wings
when I need light on my path.
Light, of course being a metaphor for advice.

You are the big sister
not genetically related to me,
and also younger.
You're one of the few people
I feel comfortable crying in front of,
and your wisdom reminds me
I still have much to learn.

My gratitude extends beyond
comprehension of reason.

          I only wish, we could have
                at least kissed once
                    in this lifetime.

Your learned student,
and continuous friend,
~Bryce

Apr 2012 · 497

Dear Joel A Doetsch,

Brycical Apr 2012

Dear Joel A Doetsch,

read anything
by Ron Padgett,
the poet.

Except the books he's written
that aren't poetry.

You'll thank me later,
peace and laughter,
~The Bryce Post