August 13, 2015

lost festival goer in a nursery school Sunday aka a kite song

'Vuelo Magico O Zamfonia', Remedios Varo, circa 1960 ©








lost festival goer in a nursery school Sunday aka a kite song

"...jesus will come again 
and though we don't know when 
the countdown's gettin' 
closer everyday..." (lyrics from a children's bible song called 'countdown')

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I am high on molly and folly
stumbling about the edges 
of my backyard...

who goes there, I bellow 
with a serene cackle 
turned playful baritone laughter...

I follow these sounds 
not sure if anyone or thing 
I can fear or love
is really there as I only saw 
the glowing eyes of a few raccoons 
foraging the berry bushes 
fading in a yellow leafed 
late Summer wane...

meteors overhead 
kept me craned sky-ward 
the poems, well, 
someone else 
can write them 
when I'm dead...

for I have already 
strung the sky 
with a certainty of music
as far as my eyes could see...

here, have my nose...

EJR ©

1 comment:

  1. I love this:
    "for I have already
    strung the sky
    with a certainty of music"

    And my goodness, you are obsessed with your nose. :)

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