Light (Poem in 2 parts)
A.
I have your wisdom mixed with mine
Can't silver lining in it
Even Spiderman umbrella and I am wet
Drink me to bed! My madness whimpers downs
the navy hallway trippy passageway:
Come to this breath; this madness breathe, and drink me Sir;
Roses for all.
Draft 1; sandman sleeps in silt
Moonman is up to his goodie good again
Birthing up and down the napes of the obscure, or is it pure?
Ha, O! and pleasing thy brute within us with a grand crown
Oh, what a garden you have found. . .
We're in the tropics, we're in the desert, and we're in the back yard.
Come slither rose dropping petals like egg bandits on mischief's eve.
They say the cone off the pine, is mine
This pine syrup drenched in dream dusk--
Then this heather hued dawn whose gotcha now
Whoa! Sky is a trespasser
Who has us now?
Who
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