Oct 2014
Synchronicities coalescing
like an orchestral crescendo
bubbling up all at once
no longer guessing
no shorter waiting
the pot is boiling
I might
   be synch
a pod
of killer whales
quite a commotion
up, out, and back
down into the ocean
born into the storm like
a frightful forte
a front brake

fickle angel
screams pianissimo
on tiptoes, reaching out
toward tomorrows

contagious incapacitation
tells me it straight like an arrow through time
like a taught fishing hook line
and sinker —

trying to figure out
your reason your rhyme
parsley, sage, rosemary and crime
please, let me in on your
pickled paradigm

a stormy sea, all your own,
decides for you, where
you're thrown.
'Seems that the wrath of the Gods
Got a punch on the nose and it started to flow;
I think I might be sinking.
Throw me a line if I reach it in time
I'll meet you up there where the path
Runs straight and high.'
(Going to California - Led Zeppelin)
Gigi Tiji
Written by
Gigi Tiji  USA
   Chloë Fuller and Yael Zivan
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