i stumble out of bed
hit the ground on all fours
and grab hold of the walls
and the knobs on the doors
try to get my balance
a handle on my chores
fall down on my keester

the plane
upon which
everything rises
is vast
and full of color
and yet
white and serene
as the richness
of all that
we know to be real
meets the light
of all than can be
and together

as i slowly float off
drifting
on top of water
shining
from the fire's light

my mind escapes
like the waves
at once intense
ans then subdued
subjecting my thoughts
to the pattern

the dark fertile soil
cool to the touch
and somewhat soothing
it runs through my fingers
and returns where it came

i plant my bare feet firmily
into the dark dirt
and i close my eyes

smolder
feel your heat rise
high up to the sky
as your glow
it ignites me
with a passion
at once aflame and
yet so focused
a desire from
way deep down
to set my life on fire

i felt my ears ring
as the wind spiralled through them
like a siren sending me a message
from a far off dimension

i felt it beat against my face
with its bitter chill

methinks me is lively
methinks me is so sweet
methinks me a bozo
oh when i try to tweet!

it says whatcha doing?
i type in "oh not much"
it says forget your life

sooner die than admit defeat
as the waves they do crash around
the water's edge is cold but sweet

and light'ning blinks upon my soul
i shudder from the thunder sound

a lovable goof i wander the streets
with a duck on my head pups on my feets
looking for sticky a mad dash for sweets
then take em on home and hide neath the sheets!

with water all around you
your breath is heavy
and your heart it beats
most rapidly
as you look around you
for something to cling to
that you might ride out to shore

seek
a truth
to fit you
like an old glove
so warm and comfy
making your whole body
tingle in all the wonder
and the thrill that lies in finding
that perfect form that will hold your heart

i walked into a beatiful forest
where the trees all waved "hello"
and the wind whistled my name
the rabbits scampered at my feet
as the ducks flew up above
quacking at me
guiding me

she emerges from her morning toilette
batting her long darks lashes over her doe eyes
smiling with those rich dark heavily painted balck lips
and teeth white as pure snow

oh he leaps over barrels and he leaps over crates
nothing quite as graceful as a big moose on skates!

and he wiggles his antlers and hums through his nose

was a night
just a night
nothing special
late autumn
and i found myself
walking
in the old neighborhood
where we once had a home

and our house stands before me