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I was eighteen
a twisted vine and green
I went to California
I had dreams

I rode trollys
I was full of folly
I crossed the Golden Gate
Broke off sacred holly

I wanted to find myself
In and of itself
I found out who I wasn't
An inconvience of oneself

As hard as I tried the
tears for nothing I cried
My blood wasn't home
Yes you are ! I lied and lied and lied

I'm nothing special
I'm not spatial
A fish gulping air
A lost looking ******

So go back home
Feel it in the bone
So I rode the bus
California ! I moan


(Eureka ! I have found it !)
California State Motto
I wish I were transported to a world of pure fantasy
Where life is far removed from all harsh reality
Where one can roam like a bodiless spirit, weightless
Like a floating, drifting feather to escape all banality

Become an entity like an alien from another planet
Reside in an ethereal realm where no physicality exists,
A fairy land where the sun never rises nor sets
A world where beauty surrounds and all wonder persists

Reality is a tether where one is perennially tied
I pray..carry me to the world of fantasy on wings of poesy
Where I can indulge in pleasant reveries all through
A realm, a prosaic man might call one of idiocy

There let poesy come to me in rainbow hues
My verse creating in me and others waves of delight
Levitate me to a plane higher above the mundane
And curl me in the folds of a dream like an invisible spirit
I caught her face
from the window
somewhere far off
like the sound
of trains
and there in the smoke
of her eyes
a signal
we both knew
the sun will rise
high as apple pie
in blue chiffon
as the day you were born.

I suppose
the rose will bloom
in the garden. The petals
won’t harden
as I.

I suppose
the salmon will jump
up the waterfalls,
ducking bear claws,
******* up
water as straws.

I suppose
children will wet their toes
playing in the snow. And their faces
will look as cherries. Their breath
will hover as a mother.

I suppose
the earth will orbit
the sun, as another year is
over -

You've stopped growing older.
When we dream
we take down a book
from the shelf
of ourself
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