and so the Moon made a face through the clouds a few weeks ago |
"your brain chemistry results are in sir
please read the following Zoltar results..."
it says I am too often
shell-reflection-needy
old-metal-rasp-glide-less-rough
and in a place, not nearly palace enough
poem says too many of me
and like tarragon
there is no other flavor
for the eggs to take home
maybe, a lighter hand
wouldn't lose my attention
and keys to the car so frequently
manic gas laws
atmospheric ritual
ghost wind and eon
are eating time
I have got to put iron
in the bloodstream
watch rain under streetlights
turn to snow
hope and maybe(s)
the single headlight-ers
traversing the block
I make wishes on
careful not to do so
when one eye(s)
are back to back...
poem says I am
more honest depressed
and sometimes this is better
to be the chute
and not the ladder
like here for instance
fallen into March hare
with ears to the ground
listening with poem
for a you, reaching
through with the crocuses
EJR ©
i love jitterbug perfume, too.
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