Twisted, tangled, platted scard, bark roots
growing up, aiming for the stars, from humble springtime shoot,
the beer bottle, chlorophyll conopy
framed the stars and hung on the sky for you and me to see
your mules lay sleeping, and my worn out boots,
20 toes on 4 feet stand casually aloof,
This half past, bed time, ink soaked, sultry night,
plots to **** our foot loose, fancy , child free, single lives, by night
a citrus soaked, aromatic breeze
makes music on its way as it mingles with the leaves that dress the trees
A barn owl holidays inside a hole
who is he to twit twoo or even hoot to us to go
the river oozes easy to the sea
Opal blue twists and turns corners into aqua green
Whip crack lightning lassoos across the sky
a prophet for a thunder storm at war near by
come morning has broke its going to break my heart
to lose this poetry, this painting this supernatural dark
