My feet want to leave me. I said no.
Loathing memories plague, they said
Angry feet – damning buses and cursing absent cars
Forget it all! The rain, the heat, bus riders stomping poor feet
That was then, this is now
Bare you roam upon hardwood floors and soft, gentle grass
Recipient of loving, cool pedicure
Today’s truth is good, said silly clumsy feet
Crayon-induced hallucinations crown child of yes
World-building inclinations, stubbornly invade
Below secret-keeping bedding, escape plans take form
Go to it, venture-hearted sprite!
Perplexing purple seas are calling
Ominous gray cloud ship, offers transport
Ripples of time and space, why? Where is mind?
No matter. Gold and silver-colored fairies joyfully appear!
Residences of inquisitive, fun-seeking isle
Curious clicks, melodic tones, laughing eyes! What are they saying?
Strange chant emanates from mindful plants, trees and ground
Sensible Mind is back, thankfully
Slowly rising from life saving bedding
Next time, the sea will be pink
Race, with reckless abandon, into wild liquid world
Mind, skin, hair drinking in blue-green waters
Go farther, Go under – Entangled in man’s treacherous seaweed
Undulating waves rescue senseless girl, now Siren
Moments fade into unforgiving briny realms
Black waters, coming about
Wayward sailors and their pointless stories, happy victims are they
Siren song soothing and coaxing
Consumes salt blooded mind and life
Look, see how they toil
Offsprings, wheeled around
Juveniles, fearless brats and unruly
Big, useless male acts defeated
Female not here, somewhere else
Behind the glass, as they make stupid faces
Evolution? Yeah right.
Pot roast dry, panicky heart consumes itself
Speck of dust? Clammy hands tremble like the earth
Run, run to nameless town in nameless country
Feet won’t move, you’re damned
I died last night, curiously
No murder, suicide or ailment took me
I just left body, no explanation
Like indentured servants, I want to be free
Body shackled a trouble-making me
God saw my predicament and off I went
Ocean floor void of sky light, happily inhabited by cosmic beings
Fecund jungles rife with wise creatures
Babies, Lovely Babies
Born in huts with love-struck mothers abound
I saw learned, old gentlemen playing chess
Fathers going fishing with their sons
Giggling mothers and daughters getting pedicures
Dancers dancing with soul, not feet
I flew with the gulls, cranes and geese
Invaded a cumulus cloud for a bit
Sat on pyramid, Everest and good, old Big Ben
I lived in death?
No. I observed and was envious.
Reaching back to twisted single days
Steamy, glistening me seeking to be …
Cool while enduring poverty’s heat. Wait for nocturnal porch
Habitual me craves …
Smoke, drag, puff of naughty stuff on moonlight seat
Scared me demands
The right to dream of A/C, my own car and daily, unfettered carnality
Mind moves forward and embraces reality
Miracles, everywhere
Paid-off Dodge, A/C home, lover husband
And this fine PC, Partner in Cyber Crime
Smokes? I miss, but not that much.
Monochromatic dogma ushers engulfing, bitter solace
Extend unwilling and faithless hand
Allow braver tongue to speak on your behalf
Those that target your exposed neck, already dead
Their shields and armor, laughable tin
Oppressive roars, failed entry of righteous ears
Investigative brain never ceases
I am a stellar spy with knowledge-seeking, colored eyes
Hateful Curmudgeon, I see who you are
Untrue bigotry, your false limp and cane
Fear not, filthy heart and home shall be cleaned
Straighten up, as you threaten arrest
Hug you tighter, as you attempt to shove me away
Speak kindly, in the face of insults
Brush your hair, listen and show compassion
Whisper, I’ll be your daughter
Finally, murdered tears and tenderness are reborn
Love has restored
Betrayal of youthful charges, this crime is yours
Idealistic intentions, severed from learned soul
Hoodlums, jokers and privileged brats overpowering you?
Forget not, the saintly others seeking ethics amongst well-versed lectures
Unsheath your righteous sword, combat scholastic enemies
Sadly, you prostrated yourself long ago
Adding to the pointless, abandoning hopes of redemption
Swim, shell of a teacher, in your guilty Vodka pool
Self-preservation is assured, says Tenure
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