i try and remember
mostly scent and stain
that's it i was an underbelly purveyor
some thing, why the three faces of eve
magnetism sensual crones weaves
slow sight September blue sky
i try and remember
you, each time it rains
missing an umbrella
or some other pause
perhaps a comma
or some artsy theater bluff
that i knew grammar and punctuation
well enough to be
a subverted transmogrified
immutable smoke billowing poet...
with whisper covens
pillows turning the crackles
a dry pine tree after yule
our own fire and epiphany day
or so the calendar said... felt rite too
wise men from the east...
do you not want to venture
curiosity two wards there...
what, trust us you say...
hmm, let me eat this fruit
and think about it for a bit...listen for me praying...
i can charm the iron in her blood...
that's us both chanting derivatives
i try and remember
the pleasures not pain
smiling at all beauty
because sometimes
fragrantly received
are thee and so on etc
blah blah forth now and all the other
commuter words we extend
our sentence allowance and width
yes i'm shutting up
pocket full feel good stuff
nobody looking at me,
finger your salt just us
i try and remember
how once i straddled over you
laughing at the silliest things
i said i want to lick your spine
you heard i want to lick your pine
and said well that's outside...
i try and remember
time will eventually
eat my remains
or ash back
the clouds, wind and oceans
scattering poems
bones tails on a kite
ghost glows
following souls...
EJR ©
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