free yourself from mind controls
and then drift far out in space
swing from constellations yeah
in this erotic neurotic place
green elephants and hippos
they will greet you at the gate

okay...i tried to post this poem three times and it keeps telling me i need more than ten words in the body of the post. I may be no math whiz...but i think there are more than ten words down there. VERY rarely do i write less than ten. Anyhoo..I'll put this introduction in to, hopefully satisfy the minimum requirement! It's another poem about the beach...second this week. my mind is adrift i guess. enjoy!

cascading
pounding
crashing
shoreline
alone
rocks

gloriously i guffaw at a gaggle of geese
as they sneakily slurp and sputter
posing prim and proper and plenty peppy
as i race to my room to recover my recorder

and so it comes to this
you and i
standing
in the center of town
having walked our paces
now staring at each other
from a respectable distance
with the whole town looking on

within me
way down deep
there still exists
a little boy
with shoelaces untied
and chocolate ice cream dripping
down his chin
whose heart still pops
every time he sees a frog

you drew me here
with your endless supply
of beatiful green motion
of dolphins jumping through you
birds high in the air squawking
or running along the shoreline
with such skinny little feet

oh my fingers crash upon the keyboard so strong
i write down all my dreams write them out long
i write each verse with the toil of my sweat
of passion and rage i won't soon forget!

I hobble precariously
to balance myself with this cane
nobody actually ever told me
how to use it...
or at least...
i wasn't listening if they did

i'm an old man
and it's just

here i am
stretched out upon my
fire red chaise lounge
smoking on a
little brown cigarette
in a long black holder
made up all white
with fire red lipstick
looking like a delicate

i grab you by the collar
i pull you into me tight
run my face across your neck
leaving little room for light

roll my tongue across your chest
while my hands twirl through your hair

up in the treetop
my wings flap hard in the wind
whistling to the sky

i cling to the branch
a leaf fighting off the storm
trying to stay green

my little treehouse

did i tell you of Puffy Van Lout?
he goes bout with his pants hanging out
with the slightest ole breeze
makes them blow down with ease
and it tends to make poor Puffy pout!

the sand
slips through
old and scarred fingers
as i beat
my tired hands
against the glass
that encases me
and i look up
to feel
more coarse grains
falling
brushing
against my face

i am hiding behind
the big and golden
wagon wheel
of your chariot
watching
as you emerge
in the most beautiful
delicate
and so meticulously
sewn gown

radiant...
tis the only word to

hate
maddens
turns you red
so full of rage
many bad feelings
but where does it come from?
can you not unclench your fists?
stop grinding your teeth long enough