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Leone Lamp Apr 2021
The tree sitter of Nantucket
Lived in a tree and he dug it
He never went down
To visit the ground
So he would **** in a bucket
I hope this is profane enough to represent the genre.
~2012/2013
Leone Lamp Apr 2021
Last night, I was exploring sensuality
******* an inkling at the basis of reality
Nibbling the earlobe of the next global catastrophe
Can you smell the Earth as she moans in total ecstasy?
The Universe reciprocates and ******* a galaxy
We're all in this together
And not inconsequentially
Today I learned that consensually is not a word, and I think I'm better off for it. The last line had been "And I hope it is consensual(ly). As my love just reminded me, none of us are here because we wanted to be. That was someone else's decision.
~2010
Leone Lamp Apr 2021
I've got a little black book, with my poems in it
I've got the wind to rock me to sleep
I've got a perpetually dying radio
That brings the news to me
I've got everything I need up in this tree
This tree I live in on my own
I've got books and **** and mobile phones
I've got a little two burner stove
I've got a bright new perspective
And every new day
I know that I'm not all alone
There are squirrels, and birds
And bugs up here
It feels like everybody is home.
Some reflections and an homage to Pink Floyd. My little sister once told me I'd have to leave that tree and face the real world someday. I dunno, the world felt pretty real to me while I was up there.
~2012/2013
Reworked this a little bit, I think it's finally come around.
Leone Lamp Apr 2021
I invited the band, to make strawberry jam
On top of Strawberry Rock
They asked me "What time?"
I said "Be there by nine."
They arrived promptly at one o'clock
But once they began, the sea kissed the sand
And the music never stopped.
~2012/2013
Leone Lamp Apr 2021
Wooden spoon, traveling along
A marvelous companion and friend
With knicks and chips and weathered bits
From all the places we've been
Wooden spoon, hand carved with love
Yet longing to be with the forest once more
Thus it fell, from my net
To the waiting forest floor
I lost quite a few things while living in a tree 100' above the ground. Just because things fall down doesn't mean they'll always be found. I was at a meeting, on someone's couch, when my hat fell off of my knee and my heart jumped.
~2012/2013
Leone Lamp Apr 2021
A rock off the coast has no need to boast.
A rock off the coast just has to be.
There's no pressure, no stress, no need to impress.
It simply resides in the sea.
A wrote several poems while tree sitting in northern California. A handful of them weren't half bad. I'm going to post a few.
~2012/2013
Leone Lamp Apr 2021
From the moment I saw this pretty girl at Ahli Baba's Kabaab shack I thought to myself "Oh my dear, I must be falling in love."
I just couldn't put my finger on it.

The last five years have been the most beautiful transition of my life.
No more waving my **** in the wind like a drifter in the dark.
When I'm with you I feel there is something right with the ways and the rules of the world.
It makes my heart go boing!

Standing here today, I know it's going to be alright. When the going gets tough from the get go we'll be there to scrape the mucus off of each others brains. I love your brains so much.

So, Honey Babe, in this tender situation, I vow to love you through it all. Good and bad. Thick and thin.
To keep plumbing for the man till we don't need to plumb no more.
And when I get home you'll never have to taste the waste.
If you'll be the bananas to my blow, I'll be your Johnny on the spot.

And most importantly, I'll always squeeze your tooter when you L.M.L.Y.P.

I love you so ******* much and if you'll have me I'm ready to stay forever.
Don't laugh, I love Lamp. 8/4/2020
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