Saturday, June 13, 2009

Walking Lines

Unnamed and!
I apprehended myself being unaware.

With the roar of a lion, I stormed out of my body,
and whimpered as duckweed welcomed.

Twas radiation from beyond the stars and reflection from my eyes
which twice tatooed my soul,
whose mistress is the mother of all womb-anity.

Time to delete slippery slogans and witless witicisms.

Meet me at the merry-go-round in Dreampark for a moondance...
and imitate the tall slender shafts of prairie grass heavy with seed--
a ballet to the beat of the breeze.
Around and through and under, laughing all the way.

1 comment:

  1. Its a weekend, no commentary. Just adding to the poem is struggle enough!