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”good night, good travels, pitch black” depending on how one counts, cause size matters, do have I one small blessing though little do I get, more-less, in each twenty four measuring cup, when the sleep gas has come-for-inhaling, lidded heavy with greatful/tearful anticipation, it’s less than sixty seconds till dispatched to where all poems plead like unborn angels for good parentage the spoken good night ritual signaled and completed with a perfect half turn skating axel onto ones side, preceded by, a single solid smacking of an innocent but flaccid, equally tired pillow, then lost in pitch black galaxy travels with other sleep-drunk little princes instead of the wavering, singular word, a traditional goodnight, a parting and a haling simultaneous mumbling issuing, undebated and a wish shot to all within dream-shot, a title, “good travels” to places where ferment the aging words under the winemakers watchful caring eyes opening, names or titles, same difference, for the newborn babes
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Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 11:31 AM UTC
good night, good travels, pitch black
”good night, good travels, pitch black” depending on how one counts, cause size matters, do have I one small blessing though little do I get, more-less, in each twenty four measuring cup, when the sleep gas has come-for-inhaling, lidded heavy with greatful/tearful anticipation, it’s less than sixty seconds till dispatched to where all poems plead like unborn angels for good parentage the spoken good night ritual signaled and completed with a perfect half turn skating axel onto ones side, preceded by, a single solid smacking of an innocent but flaccid, equally tired pillow, then lost in pitch black galaxy travels with other sleep-drunk little princes instead of the wavering, singular word, a traditional goodnight, a parting and a haling simultaneous mumbling issuing, undebated and a wish shot to all within dream-shot, a title, “good travels” to places where ferment the aging words under the winemakers watchful caring eyes opening, names or titles, same difference, for the newborn babes
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Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 11:31 AM UTC
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