Shhhhh Peel

poems of yesteryear:

brains trip on aurora borealis, squawking
at topsy turvy relationships between our homes
and the other planets.
revolving evolving reptillian mammallian
under water clouded in crisp sun awareness.
celery stick stimulants and peanut butter opium,
incomparably comparable.
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mornings gaze, tip toe ways, out and in through a monument called window,
a monument called eyes,
a monument called ears,
a monument called nose,

a daffodil rose.

to sense is to touch is to feel the taste,
the body the body -

a feathered quill.
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Rain -   in this play all the actors are the script writers. Noone has any weapons but
stand sit and walk like obsidian daggers on the carved shelf of a bone.
the collaborative kinetics of the whole rooms voice, blood packed veins and sweaty
feet. The long house and cross cut boards of our bodies. unblinking eyes closed.
no fretting in communion, adapting to the prevelance of the variable.
relating relations and endearing adversity to more than we previously imagined.
centered in frivelous ambitious acceptance.
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breathing tea                      cluttered ground
      barefoot shower
                  every few letters
        in front of the stove.

a valid day.