UGH I STILL HAVE A FEVER AND PIGS ARE STOMPING IN MY BRAIN WHY. MY SINUSES ARE TURNING INTO WALRUS TUSKS. But I did a poem today. Yay! I hope you like it and are in good health.
GRATITUDE AND GOD START WITH G
whatever you call your words of comfort
they are not really words anymore
but sign posts pointing
to a gold violin,
or a mountainous inheritance,
a new girl…
interchangeable forms
emerging like crystal
from the fog of your desire.
Words like “God” and “grateful,”
sometimes erupt from my vocabulary
as souvenirs
from Tomorrowland’s
phantom blessings.
The words as silent benefactors
of what I can’t yet speak.
yooooo what’s up i found this on pinterest.
(this was inspired by a chance chat with a dear mentor and earth angel Uncle Mel! we live in a friendly universe, not a hostile one…)
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