luminary Sanhedrin of California Valley with the mouth of Big Sur that made island their oasis where Levites Scholars bade them Jerusalem and where Mormons would praise Ottoman and imperial permitters mostly left woebegone
How have you been lately? The poo of the pooh' Don't you just give me an 'okay' or a 'Fine' For I wonder.. Are we even ever das ? Fine as the chiffon-cotton *****.. gliding through the blues. Or like the waves somersaulting over the shores. Or like these... tinkling rythms.. Oh! The ether hasnot stopped pouring for days and days now and You might have abhored the moon so far.. but | DON'T |
Oh ! Ruler of the sad sad sea. Calmest of them all. Don’t be sorry. Don’t you be sad. you are nowhere near the blameworthy . Oh ! Guiltless listener . Sweet sinner. You should nowhere be near this cyclone : such abrupt but obvious.. This self-forge crater.
That is why An enforced hiatus is must
Shifting random mind positions Carving steps out of de' labyrinth. Away and away Must I Oh! Dark matter I must .
I May not write too much for now I fell and my neck and body hurts If I made a promise to write you a poem Especially Kishane and Some other Poet Friends here. I can't post it for now Please bear with me And pray for me I need some days to recuperate Thank you poet friends I hope you understand
breathing down my neck smelling like axe and testosterone a mixture of callouses on my baby doll hands and the sun's reflections through dusty windows on a winter day I know that my actions are erroneous stained with reluctance the windows in my old church scream at me for the reluctance
I stopped believing in god when I realized it spells dog backwards. or was it when I was 13 and realized I would make 75 cents to every dollar.
my unfounded reasoning for running substantiated only by my astrological sign which I reluctantly believe on days where I need a hiatus from the dirt in between my toes SCORPIO
it plays hard to get
but astrology spells dog backwards too I should've said yes to the axe smelling boy