Real world, real war
in the spirit realm, breathing
leaven disemboweled,
yes yes yes
gaseous we beasties,
mobs
and congregating misinfirmed
conforming to the mould,
black and green
up up up morpheme ob
serve
some body from the edge in
piercing ever-with points of
everish means to ends,
tat-too too you, Dr. Joyce Brothers,
my boy's
real TV Glenda,
good witch of the west, who goaded us
past understanding
Thalidomide,
when we cried, for Miss Sherri's baby,
as in my future then, my daughter
Natalie, would cry, for baby
Jessica, who really did
fall into a well…
--- same size well head as we had at 120 Oak
--- I just noticed, meandering past
wondering if I cried, when my baby sister,
Peggy, died, in late '49? -- no, '50.
Cancer, of the sort fallout causes, we later learned.
Obtuse, to use the oft idle word
to mean to-ward or
a-gain-st
t'use the expression for compression, squeezing
water from a stone,
breaking marrow from the bone, listen
to the fire,
feel the story keep us warm,
long nights,
with only little dancing candle flames,
to emphasize the phases -- moons,
and moons, mensal mental clockish
I will if you will go go go rhythms
of the falling rain,
swishing wishes to know…
will you still love me,
tomorrow?
Free readers serve free poems and both get their just...
desserts first, deserts, then desserts again, as the mind begins to wander.
