How many tacos
Does it take to make a ton?
Loud carriages help lofty cups
Surround untold clocks.
Cooking is kooky when albums
Cooperate around white beaches.
Looking into burping houses,
I circumnavigate egghead books.
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Tag: poet
A Leisurely Day
Jump into a pile of leaves.
Ride your bike down a hill.
Run a marathon or two.
Capture her smile in a Kodak moment.
Slide underneath the covers
In a nice, warm bed,
On a crisp, cool night.
Sleep well.
Free Moments
Sift your thoughts.
Jump on your horse.
Ride into the distant setting sun.
Close your blinds,
Lay down and rest.
Be happy when life is good to you.
Put on your trousers,
One leg at a time.
Dream up a cure for cancer,
In one of your free moments.
Sweet
Closely Christopher candle weave wallop
Need knees album koala cream sweet
Interrogatory beliefs chance swallow
Bring tent bail list switch canoe balloon
Rearrange tainted tailor realized mental
Pee-yew
Snail’s pace, rocking chair rhythm.
Elmer’s glue stuck to my shoe.
Wading through the filthy bog.
Clothes are soggy and pee-yew!
Sloppy eating while perched on
A tree limb, never stopping, on and on.
Gasping for breath in this sea
Of garbage and oil slick
Makes me so drastically sick.
A Miracle
Gliding along the currents of air,
I’m lifted by the light that shines on me.
Love permeates my being,
Like a spear piercing my side.
The nails are hammered through
My ragged wrists. I cry out,
My God, my God, why?
Have you forsaken me?
The dusk descends and they lower
My cross, loosen my body
And carry me to my tomb.
I stand on a mountaintop.
Throw yourself down!
God’s angels will save you.
Turn these stones into bread.
You are hungry. Go ahead.
Freedom! I am set free by God’s hand.
Risen at last and the tombstone
Is rolled away.
Contemplation
Drifting through inner space,
My mind will never win a race.
Can you feel the wind blow
Inside and out, it pushes me
To my destination. The spoon stirs
The tea in the cup.
Sweetened with sugar, I drink right up.
I’m falling asleep, but it’s only 9 a. m.
Look at all the trees beginning to bloom.
Oodles
Heel laugh lap Labrador Elvis queer up
On laudatory apes village cutaneous into
Realistic bombshells inside happiness it
Huge calling benevolent able bodied self
Suwannee liver oodles toodles noodles
Drifting By
La Dee dah here I am nothing special
Just being and killing time no rush no
Purpose nothing to concentrate on no
Focus energy yes no real anything
Fantasy world no training naive empty
Merry Go Round
I’m feeling normal.
I’m feeling blah.
I’m doing nothing.
I’m falling apart.
Nothing changes.
It’s all a merry go round.
We’re getting nowhere.
We’re falling off the edge.
Can you see the danger?
Can you feel the pulsing beat?
Do you feel my heart?
I’m numb down to my feet.
Let us set a course.
We’ve got to go somewhere.
Let us try to make it.
We’ll go from here to there.
Something’s got to give.
We’ve got to accomplish it.
We must start to live.
I know I can do it.
So here we go,
In a merry go round.
Spinning circles.
We’re going nowhere fast.
How long will this last?
