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For the Love of Mike

TOE-nail RE-growth, memory re'

always cut the V see, inside then

there's this Y, and becoming a TOE

 

there's the tip see, we grow our own TOEs

an s there signifys secret same idea as sacred...

 

Sunday, February 1, 2026

10:41 AM

 

Experimental extension on wishes we knew,

as poetic persona's congeal three dimensional

mensa organnelles, and these…

 

leave me loving thinking more than listening,

we, flow back down

 

into the roots, rethinking gravity and suction,

pulling ups over the top into mellow Sunday

 

after church, post mythic exstacy, perceived,

as she is said to have said, saint theresa of the name

 

it hurt so good… or so her confessor explained…

 

Aieee… and I, we so confess, this particular once,

we adjusted justice to just let us pretend we know,

 

a clear and present danger, a chekovian gun, be ready,

 

a clear cold Fevru ar'we'all, breaking up fractaling

branching

cracking ICE, as whatsername escapes.

 

Old man, Uncle Remus… kinda too good,

kinda by god godly man can tell it good,

he grins

say sing it in y'haid

Don't worry, be happy, all a dat al-read be gwan on

 

wu wei to easy… listen, and live, or live and learn

to listen in both ears, and smell, and feel and think

 

all adat at oncet tell the truth's proof, ol truphenuf

 

Word, say Bro Mike, many Mikes, beside him, them. too.

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Written by
kenpepiton
77 / M / Pine Valley CA
Published
Feb 1
Lines·Words
32·230
Notes

Mike was in the Kingston Hurricane in twenty-five in all my hope, he lived through it, but lost his links... to worldly troubles and pruning shears...

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