{An excerpt from part three of my Dream Tri-story, The Seed of the Dream is on Amazon, the Root is intangled with the mycelium origins of these poetic outgrowths from HelloPoetry 1.0, and this next bit is from The Fruit of the Dream, due this spring, be ware}
It's been a while, not long,
in terms at time's leading edge,
honed most common sensation,
hair splitting accuracy aims so true,
have entertained me since I was three,
and got my sparking spring loaded Tommy Gun,
for Christmas out of Montgomery Wards wish book,
and believe me, I believed in wishing being like fishing,
there's a hook, we believe in hoping to have fun, playing
holy atatatatatat boy. Kaboom. Pineapple grenades printed
on water balloons imported from Occupied Japan, rest merry,
gentile children, next year, remember this year, listen, jet planes,
and uncles bringing war surplus helmet liners for all the kids, oh,
boy, was America great, back in 1951, around the revelation,
thermonuclear fusions happened first in gotdamcommie rushes,
whoosh, faster than a speeding bullet, grandaddy got his dander up,
who declared Peace, on Earth, tell me, if you think you know, gwan,
wake your sleeping ain't so sure consci user self… be evidently true.
This is all I wanted for Christmas, was my two front teeth, later, I am
thinking, and discerning, tidbits of worn out wits, spent tying tails,
to the warbirds winging eastward, yes, into the chocolate mountains
four or five sorties every week, yes, I know the drill, check list, twice,
once for the devil I know, once for the liar I don't, ready, set
gwan, say, up ahead, in my lane, inside my mortal mobius true twisted
religious disgust regarding destruction at the cosmic going rate, one life,
for one time,
this time the expected messenger left tracks, like in dream time, when
all powers that be were merely umph in process, all the time, no time
literally speaking all at once,
oh, my gawed as we'da once, gasped, a we was informed, us, two, menu
drop down,
turn around, make the circus spin a new why knot, right here.
That's the spot. Dog on right.
Mar 3
Mar 3, 2026 at 6:20 PM UTC
{An excerpt from part three of my Dream Tri-story, The Seed of the Dream is on Amazon, the Root is intangled with the mycelium origins of these poetic outgrowths from HelloPoetry 1.0, and this next bit is from The Fruit of the Dream, due this spring, be ware}
It's been a while, not long,
in terms at time's leading edge,
honed most common sensation,
hair splitting accuracy aims so true,
have entertained me since I was three,
and got my sparking spring loaded Tommy Gun,
for Christmas out of Montgomery Wards wish book,
and believe me, I believed in wishing being like fishing,
there's a hook, we believe in hoping to have fun, playing
holy atatatatatat boy. Kaboom. Pineapple grenades printed
on water balloons imported from Occupied Japan, rest merry,
gentile children, next year, remember this year, listen, jet planes,
and uncles bringing war surplus helmet liners for all the kids, oh,
boy, was America great, back in 1951, around the revelation,
thermonuclear fusions happened first in gotdamcommie rushes,
whoosh, faster than a speeding bullet, grandaddy got his dander up,
who declared Peace, on Earth, tell me, if you think you know, gwan,
wake your sleeping ain't so sure consci user self… be evidently true.
This is all I wanted for Christmas, was my two front teeth, later, I am
thinking, and discerning, tidbits of worn out wits, spent tying tails,
to the warbirds winging eastward, yes, into the chocolate mountains
four or five sorties every week, yes, I know the drill, check list, twice,
once for the devil I know, once for the liar I don't, ready, set
gwan, say, up ahead, in my lane, inside my mortal mobius true twisted
religious disgust regarding destruction at the cosmic going rate, one life,
for one time,
this time the expected messenger left tracks, like in dream time, when
all powers that be were merely umph in process, all the time, no time
literally speaking all at once,
oh, my gawed as we'da once, gasped, a we was informed, us, two, menu
drop down,
turn around, make the circus spin a new why knot, right here.
That's the spot. Dog on right.
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