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You're so beautiful,
your hands & glands,
your eyes & thighs,
& long nose & 9 toes,
Hey, where's your 10th toe?
Experience my regal nature & bearing. Be brutally enthralled by my caustical wit & aggressive manner. Chew on my figs & climb my broken ladder.
He's been de-nutted and de-clawed. He comes with 10 pounds of food, toys, collar & leash. Please don't adopt him, eat him and sell his food, toys, collar & leash for a quick profit. Modern psychology teaches that all things worth knowing have been discovered since 1967.
knee-deep in forest,
a wellspring of
multi-colored liquid
joy, bubbling
in frothy
peaks
my inner eye open wide
at the sacred wonder
of it all
glory of divine
earth water fire
wind in my soul
sunlit scarlet on
leafveins in this
garden feast of the senses
If heaven were imprinted
upon the runes of my body
a soulmind, shimmering
crystals in heart
then this
is it
nothing less
than spirit
coursing through blood
in untamed rush
a wild creek
teeming with freshness
and trout
deer peeping in shyness
and I am all
      lit up from within
as the hues of life
run through me
pulsing energy
filling me up
in deepest
strokes
of
air,
of trees
of mountain
here
even the stars
seem to call out
my name
and, in ever-depth
in focus of heartwave,
I listen
Being in the mountains has been a wonderfully, spiritually renewing experience.
Being home, in the U.S.A., has been amazing in general, and my heart stays
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Sitting here at
10:09 on a Monday
sipping peppermint
tea
and all I can think of
is how much longer
my poems would
be if I wrote them
in a drunken rage
and I say longer
and not better
because drunk words
are sober thoughts
and all I write
is what I'm thinking
at the moment
and call it
Poetry
Which box do I check
when born an anomaly
a paradox
to a white supremacist
father
and a Mexican
mother
and not looking
much the part for either
half
since I don't speak Spanish
and don't like Nascar
I reside in a gray
area
like the empty space
between the boxes for
white
and
Hispanic
and I feel like an
outsider to both cultures.
I saw a flower
wilting beautifully
in a bed of
uncertainty
and I wondered if it
was afraid to face the sun
because it perhaps forgot
sunscreen
and in its attempts
at self preservation
it starved itself of what
it needed
--the sunshine.
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